five minutes to eleven
At any rate , the country vicarage had retreated into the background again . The morrow held possibilities . It was a long time before Tuppence went to sleep that night , and , when at length she did , she dreamed that Mr. Whittington had set her to washing up a pile of Esthonia Glassware , which bore an unaccountable resemblance to hospital plates ! It wanted some five minutes to eleven when Tuppence reached the block of buildings in which the offices of the Esthonia Glassware Co. were situated . To arrive before the time would look over-eager . So Tuppence decided to walk to the end of the street and back again . She did so .