eleven o'clock
His surprise was even greater than mine , and muttering something about `` a close shave , '' he turned and walked quickly aft . My mind was now made up , and I accordingly reported my discovery to Beckenham , pointing out the man and warning him to watch for him when he was abroad without me . This he promised to do . Next morning I donned my best attire -LRB- my luggage having safely arrived -RRB- , and shortly before eleven o'clock bade Beckenham good-bye and betook myself to Potts Point to call upon the Wetherells . It would be impossible for me to say with what varied emotions I trod that well-remembered street , crossed the garden , and approached the ponderous front door , which somehow had always seemed to me so typical of Mr. Wetherell himself . The same butler who had opened the door to me on the previous occasion opened it now , and when I asked if Miss Wetherell were at home , he gravely answered , `` Yes , sir , '' and invited me to enter . I was shown into the drawing-room -- a large double chamber beautifully furnished and possessing an elegantly painted ceiling -- while the butler went in search of his mistress .