eleven o'clock
I should have liked to know what was behind the door ; but I daresay there was nothing much , really . She , too , had come to look for amber and other things . I do n't know about the other things , but she did n't find the amber . At eleven o'clock , after seeing something of the place , we slipped away toward Machynlleth , along a hilly road , which grew lovelier with each of its many twists among low mountains . Now , said Sir Lionel , we were about to see the heart of Wales ; and I should soon have realized that without his telling , for as we slowed down to pass through little villages we heard the children talking Welsh -- a soft , pleasant language , which I can only try to describe by saying that it sounded like whispering out loud . But that is a very Irish description ! The scenery was so gentle in its beauty that my wild , excited mood was lulled by its soft influence .