eleven o'clock
The mood was vague and momentary -- a mere fugitive reflection of the rapture with which Ted , rowing lazily now with the current , drank in the glory of life , and felt the heart of all nature beating with his . Yet for that one instant , transient as it was , Audrey 's decision was being shaped for her by a motive finer than all prudence , stronger than all sense of propriety . In its temporary transfiguration her love for Ted was such that she would have been ready , if need were , to fix Siberia for their honeymoon and to-morrow for their wedding-day . As they parted on her doorstep at Chelsea , between ten and eleven o'clock , she whispered , `` Ted , that row down was like heaven ! I 've never , never been so happy in all my life ! '' If she did not fix their wedding-day then and there , she did the next best thing -- she fixed the day for a dinner to be given in Ted 's honour . Not a tedious , large affair , of course .