ten minutes to twelve
And as he himself was travelling at the rate of sixty miles , the encounter would take place at the spot named , Les Ponts-de-Drive , and at the hour named , twelve o'clock . A cluster of houses , a huge castle , towers , steeples : Angers ... . Don Luis asked Davanne the time . It was ten minutes to twelve . Already Angers was a vanished vision . Once more the open country , broken up with many-coloured fields . Through it all , a road .