thirty minutes after nine
I exclaimed , in an ecstasy of joy , `` on pinions swifter than the wind . Not the lingering of an instant will I bear . Look ! one , two , three -- thirty minutes after nine . I will reach Curling 's gate by the morn 's dawn . I will put my girl into a chaise , and by noon she shall throw herself into the arms of her sister . But first , shall I not , in some way , manifest my gratitude ? ''