about eleven o'clock
Of what was her inmost fiber made ? It came to him that for all their loving passages his wife was a stranger to him , and a stranger whom he had never sought to know . He felt ashamed . It was about eleven o'clock when the distance was pricked by two points of light , which , gradually expanding , proved to be the head-lamps of the doctor 's car . She stopped at his hail and he climbed beside her . `` I 'm glad you came , though I think I know the turning , '' said Dr. Hillyard cheerfully . `` How long will it be , doctor ? ''