ten o'clock
Fleda thought it a hope very unlikely to be fulfilled . There were as yet no snow-flakes to be seen near by , but , at a little distance , the low clouds seemed already to enshroud every clump of trees , and put a mist about every hill . They surely would descend more palpably soon . It was pleasant to be moving swiftly on again towards the end of their journey , if Fleda could have rid herself of some qualms about the possible storm and the certain darkness ; they might not reach Greenfield by ten o'clock ; and she disliked travelling in the night at any time . But she could do nothing , and she resigned herself anew to the comfort and trust she had built upon last night . She had the seat next the window , and with a very sober kind of pleasure watched the pretty landscape they were flitting by -- misty as her own prospects -- darkening as they ? -- no , she would not allow that thought . ''