about eleven o'clock
Meanwhile at Madeira matters were going on much as we left them ; there had indeed been little appreciable change in the situation . For his part , our friend Arthur continued to dance or rather stroll along the edge of his flowery precipice , and found the view pleasant and the air bracing . And no doubt things were very nicely arranged for his satisfaction , and had it not been for the ever-present thought of Angela -- for he did think of her a great deal and with deep longing -- he should have enjoyed himself thoroughly , for every day was beautiful , and every day brought its amusements with it . Perhaps on arriving at the Quinta Carr about eleven o'clock , he would find that the steam launch was waiting for them in a little bay where the cliff on which the house stood curved inwards . Then , a merry party of young English folks all collected together by Mrs. Carr that morning by the dint of superhuman efforts , they would scramble down the steps cut in the rock and steam off to some neighbouring islet to eat luncheon and wander about collecting shells and flowers and beetles till sunset , and then steam back again through the spicy evening air , laughing and flirting and making the night melodious with their songs . Or else the horses would be ordered out and they would wander over the lonely mountains in the interior of the island , talking of mummies and all things human , of Angela and all things divine . And sometimes , in the course of these conversations , Arthur would in a brotherly way call Mrs. Carr `` Mildred , '' while occasionally , in the tone of a spinster aunt , she would address him as `` Arthur , '' a practice that , once acquired , she soon found was , like all other bad habits , not easy to get rid of .