eleven o’clock
This made her hesitate two days more , but she found answers more valid than any objections . The many-voiced answer to everything -- it was like the autumn wind round the house -- was the affront that fell back on her mother . Her mother was dead but it killed her again . So one morning at eleven o'clock , when she knew her father was writing letters , she went out quietly and , stopping the first hansom she met , drove to Prince 's Gate . Mrs. Churchley was at home , and she was shown into the drawing-room with the request that she would wait five minutes . She waited without the sense of breaking down at the last , and the impulse to run away , which were what she had expected to have . In the cab and at the door her heart had beat terribly , but now suddenly , with the game really to play , she found herself lucid and calm .