A quarter to twelve
`` No , '' answered Robert Audley , with wonderful distinctness , and addressing his words to Luke Marks , but fixing his eyes upon Phoebe 's anxious face . `` What , indeed , is a hundred pounds to a man possessed of the power which you hold , or rather which your wife holds , over the person in question . '' Phoebe 's face , at all times almost colorless , seemed scarcely capable of growing paler ; but as her eyelids drooped under Robert Audley 's searching glance , a visible change came over the pallid hues of her complexion . `` A quarter to twelve , '' said Robert , looking at his watch . `` Late hours for such a quiet village as Mount Stanning . Good-night , my worthy host . Good-night , Mrs. Marks .