twenty
minutes to eleven
At last I felt bound to confess that I was out of my reckoning , and did not know where we were . `` What are we to do ? '' asked my lord , looking at his watch . `` It 's twenty minutes to eleven , and I promised Mr. Baxter I would not be later than the hour . '' `` What an idiot I was not to take that guide ! '' The words were hardly out of my mouth before that personage appeared round the corner and came towards us . I hailed his coming with too much delight to notice the expression of malignant satisfaction on his face , and gave him the name of the vessel we desired to find .