eleven o'clock in the morning
The heat was aggravated by the atmosphere being somewhat stormy . Heavy vapors gathered on the horizon , and there was a look as if it were raining all around . Longing eyes and gasping mouths turned involuntarily toward the clouds , and M. Letourneur , on bended knee , was raising his hands , as it might be in supplication to the relentless skies . It was eleven o'clock in the morning . I listened for distant rumblings which might announce an approaching storm , but although the vapors had obstructed the sun 's rays , they no longer presented the appearance of being charged with electricity . Thus our prognostications ended in disappointment ; the clouds , which in the early morning had been marked by the distinctness of their outline , had melted one into another and assumed an uniform dull gray tint ; in fact , we were enveloped in an ordinary fog . But was it not still possible that this fog might turn to rain ?