about eleven o'clock
It seemed that her mind had been altogether changed by that stroll through the dark alleys . `` Well , '' said Janet , `` how is it to be ? '' `` He is to come to-morrow , and I do not know how it will be , '' she said , turning away to her own room . It was about eleven o'clock when Gilmore passed through the wicket leading from the vicarage garden to the churchyard . The path he was about to take crossed simply a corner of the church precincts , as it came at once upon a public footway leading from the fields through the churchyard to the town . There was , of course , no stopping the public path , but Fenwick had been often advised to keep a lock on his own gate , as otherwise it almost seemed that the vicarage gardens were open to all Bullhampton . But the lock had never been put on .