ten o'clock
Farrel murmured , deprecatingly , as he came to the side of the car . `` So sorry our ride has been spoiled . '' He glanced at his wrist-watch . `` Only ten o'clock , '' he continued . `` I wonder if you 'd be gracious enough to motor me in to El Toro . Your father plans to use the car after luncheon , but we will be back by twelve-thirty . '' `` Certainly .