eleven o'clock before
`` Perhaps if it should stop ... '' Claire settled back in her seat . Stillman was right . The storm was too furious to be lightly braved . It was eleven o'clock before a quick veering of the wind brought a downpour so violent that what had gone before seemed little better than a rather weak rehearsal . `` It will clear presently , '' Stillman assured Claire . `` Southeaster always break up in a flurry like this from the west . '' In ten minutes the stars were peeping brilliantly through rents in the torn clouds .