About eleven o'clock
At all events he would journey in that direction . It was some three months since he had seen the Pomfrets . He had a standing invitation to the pleasant little house , where he was always received with simple , cordial hospitality . About eleven o'clock , after a ramble about Ashtead Common , he pushed open the garden wicket , and knocked at the door under the leafy porch . So quiet was the house , that he half feared he would find nobody at home ; but the servant at once led him in , and announced him at the door of her master 's sanctum . `` Warburton ? '' cried a high , hearty voice , before he had entered .