Half past eleven
`` Very well , if you think you can do it better ! I do n't care who does it so long as it 's done . '' The clock struck . `` Half past eleven is that ? Isabel ca n't be home before four . Dear me , how I hate these ridiculous hours , turning night into day ! '' As some correspondents put the point of a letter into a postscript , so the vicar in returning to his Church Times revealed the peculiar sting that was working in his mind .