ten minutes past eleven
`` He very properly received a wigging from Mr. Whitford , I have no doubt , '' said Colonel Do Craye . Mother and daughter supposed it to be the case , and considered Crossjay very wilful for not going straight home to the Hall to change his wet clothes ; he was drenched . Do Craye drew out his watch . The time was ten minutes past eleven . If the surmise he had distantly spied was correct , Miss Middleton would have been caught in the storm midway to her destination . By his guess at her character -LRB- knowledge of it , he would have said -RRB- , he judged that no storm would daunt her on a predetermined expedition . He deduced in consequence that she was at the present moment flying to her friend , the charming brunette Lucy Darleton .