About eight o'clock
Everything was gloomy and depressing ; the very rays of the sun were cold and cheerless , and the bare trees added only another dreary feature to the landscape . Several times Jacques begged earnestly that we should change places , but , knowing this would make the pace slower , I insisted on his keeping his seat . `` We will stop at the first inn , '' I said , `` have some food and a rest , and procure another horse . '' About eight o'clock we entered the street of a village and drew up before the door of the inn . Jacques dismounted , the ostler led the animal away , and we entered the house , the landlord , who could not conceal his curiosity , showing us a room . `` A good breakfast , '' I said ; `` the best the house contains . And while you are getting it ready we will put ourselves straight .