ten minutes past eleven
The carriage was lighted fortunately by one dim lamp only which hung in the middle , and I succeeded at last in getting seats at the further end , where there was a knot of more decent persons who had huddled up there away from the others . All the glory of the morning was forgotten . Instead of three happy , exalted creatures , we were three dejected , shivering mortals , half poisoned with foul air and the smell of spirits . We crawled up to London Bridge at the slowest pace , and , finally , the railway company discharged us on the platform at ten minutes past eleven . Not a place in any omnibus could be secured , and we therefore walked for a mile or so till I saw a cab , which -- unheard-of expense for me -- I engaged , and we were landed at our own house exactly at half-past twelve . The first thing to be done was to get Marie to bed . She was instantly asleep , and was none the worse for her journey .