eleven o'clock
It is by no means clear whether Monmouth realized the fullness of the tragedy at the merchant 's house , and whether he understood that , stricken with apoplexy at the thought of parting with so considerable a portion of his fortune , Mr. Newlington had not merely fainted , but had expired under His Grace 's eyes . If he did realize it he was cynically indifferent , and lest we should be doing him an injustice by assuming this we had better give him the benefit of the doubt , and take it that in the subsequent bustle of departure , his mind filled with the prospect of the night attack to be delivered upon his uncle 's army at-Sedgemoor , he thought no more either of Mr. Newlington or of Mr. Wilding . The latter , as we know , had no place in the rebel army ; although a man of his hands , he was not a trained soldier , and notwithstanding that he may fully have intended to draw his sword for Monmouth when the time came , yet circumstances had led to his continuing after Monmouth 's landing the more diplomatic work of movement-man , in which he had been engaged for the months that had preceded it . So it befell that when Monmouth 's army marched out of Bridgwater at eleven o'clock on that Sunday night , not to make for Gloucester and Cheshire , as was generally believed , but to fall upon the encamped Feversham at Sedgemoor and slaughter the royal army in their beds , Mr. Wilding was left behind . Trenchard was gone , in command of his troop of horse , and Mr. Wilding had for only company his thoughts touching the singular happenings of that busy night . He went back to the sign of The Ship overlooking the Cross , and , kicking off his sodden shoes , he supped quietly in the room of which shattered door and broken window reminded him of his odd interview with Ruth , and of the comedy of love she had enacted to detain him there . The thought of it embittered him ; the part she had played seemed to his retrospective mind almost a wanton 's part -- for all that in name she was his wife .