twenty minutes after five
I hope not , but now shall never know ... . The engine-driver , leaning in converse with the station-master , and jerking a thumb backward , had certainly beheld . But I passed him with averted eyes , gave up my ticket , and struck straight across country for the spot . I came to it , as my watch told me , at twenty minutes after five . The afternoon sunlight still lay broad on the meadow . The place was unchanged save for a lengthening of its oak-tree shadows . But the persons of my Vision -- naked gods and navvies -- had vanished .