about 3 o'clock
` Very sincerely yours , ` OLIVER GOGARTY , P.P. ' ` The Imitation ' dropped on his knees , and he wondered if the spiritual impulse it had awakened in him was exhausted , or if the continual splashing of the rain on the pane had got upon his nerves . ` But it is n't raining in Italy , ' he said , getting up from his chair ; ` and I am weary of the rain , of myself -- I am weary of everything . ' And going to the window , he tried to take ant interest in the weather , asking himself if it would clear up about 3 o'clock . It cleared usually late in the afternoon for a short while , and he would be able to go out for half an hour . But where should he go ? He foresaw his walk from end to end before he began it : the descent of the hill , the cart-track and the old ruts full of water , the dead reeds on the shore soaking , the dripping trees .