about five o'clock
`` No , '' he answered , `` I do not think I shall come again to Ramelton . '' And he rode down the hill , and once more that day crossed the Lennon bridge . Four miles on he came to the track opposite a little bay of the Lough , and , turning into it , he rode past a few white cottages up to the purple hollow of the hills . It was about five o'clock when he came to the long , straggling village . It seemed very quiet and deserted , and built without any plan . A few cottages stood together , then came a gap of fields , beyond that a small plantation of larches and a house which stood by itself . Beyond the house was another gap , through which he could see straight down to the water of the Lough , shining in the afternoon sun , and the white gulls poising and swooping above it .