about five o'clock
Of course , I want to go back to Clovelly , but not with any of the Mrs. Nortons of the world . I could n't bear to do that , after being alone there with Sir Lionel . While one 's heart is thrilled by exquisite sights , and the ineffable thoughts born of them , one knows poor Emily is wondering whether the servants are looking after things properly at home ; and that very knowledge is apt to slam down an iron shutter in one 's soul . It must have been about five o'clock when we took our places in the car again . We had only eleven miles ' run to Bideford , and I wished them twice eleven , for surely they are among the most beautiful miles in England . No wonder people believe in fairies in this part of the world ! It would be ungrateful if they did n't .