The same afternoon.

“[...] I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, i sat cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement. Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my wiew to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separeting me from the drear Octomber day. And, at intervals, while turning over the leaves in my book, I studied the aspect of that autumn afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale of mist and cloud; near, a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast.”

[From the book I`m reading, "Jane Eyre", Charoltte Bronte.]