about eleven
o’clock
and she was lifted out and set on the platform , with gas all round . Her uncle was saying , ` We did n't get away in time for the express , ' and a young man was answering , ` We 'd better put Dolly into the waggonette at once . Then I 'll see to the luggage . ' Very like a parcel , so stiff were her legs , she was bundled into the dark cavern of a closed waggonette , and , after a little lumbering , her uncle and the young man got in after her , saying something about eleven o'clock . She was more awake now , and knew that they were driving through lighted streets , and then , after an interval , turned into darkness , upon gravel , and stopped at last before a door full of light , with figures standing up dark in it . She heard a ` Well , William ! ' ` Well Lily , here we are at last ! '