ten
minutes past eleven
As he did so , his head fell back and he slept . It was the sound sleep of the clean mind in the healthy body , so that when the sleeper came to himself again it was broad daylight ; the hotel was full of life and bustle . With a sense of having done a fearful thing , Mark looked at his watch . It was ten minutes past eleven ! `` This comes of having no rest the night before , '' he muttered . `` And to think that the fate of my little girl should be hanging in the balance ! If Sir Charles has gone ! ''