Eleven o'clock
A domestic drama , for which the preparations were now being made a mile or two off , was but little less vividly present to her eyes than if enacted before her . She tried to dismiss the vision , and walked about the garden plot ; but her eyes ever and anon sought out the direction of the parish church to which Mistover belonged , and her excited fancy clove the hills which divided the building from her eyes . The morning wore away . Eleven o'clock struck : could it be that the wedding was then in progress ? It must be so . She went on imagining the scene at the church , which he had by this time approached with his bride . She pictured the little group of children by the gate as the pony-carriage drove up in which , as Thomasin had learnt , they were going to perform the short journey .