ten
minutes to six
The Captain ran down and entered . There was nothing inside but a rough stool , a big and heavy block , something like those one may see in butcher 's shops -LRB- probably it had served the shepherds for seat or table , as need arose -RRB- , and five or six large trusses of dry maize-straw flung down in a corner . The place was small , rude , and comfortless enough , but if the hanging door , past which the rain drove in fiercely , could be closed , the four walls of sawn logs would afford decent shelter from the storm during the brief period of the conference which the Captain awaited . Dieppe looked at his watch ; he could just see the figures -- it was ten minutes to six . Mounting again to the summit , he looked round . Yes , there she was , making her way up the hill , painfully struggling with refractory cloak and skirt . A moment later she joined him and gave him her hand , panting out : `` Oh , I 'm so glad you 're here !