the hour of eleven
She thought that she detected a pensive note , but assured herself that all was pretty well . `` That 's a remarkable woman , '' she said to herself , `` who would rather have a heartache now than grin with misery next week . After this I 'd trust her anywhere . '' * * * * * On Sunday morning Urquhart made an explicit return to Martley , arriving at the hour of eleven in his motor of battleship grey colour and formidable fore-extension . Behind it looked rather like a toy . Lucy had gone to church alone , for James never went , and Vera Nugent simply looked appealing and then laughed when she was invited . That was her way of announcing her religion , and a pleasant one .