eleven o’clock
`` Oh ! '' said Nelly . Mrs. Quiggin had begun to speak in a voice that was something between a shrill laugh and a cry , and she ended with a smothered gurgle , such as comes from the throat of a pea-hen . After breakfast Peggy Quine came chirping around with a hundred inquiries about the packing of luggage which was then proceeding , with a view to the carriage that had been ordered for eleven o'clock . Mrs. Quiggin betrayed only the most languid interest in these hurrying operations , and settled herself with her needlework in a chair near to Jenny Crow . Jenny watched her , and thought , `` Now , would n't she jump at a good excuse for not going at all ? '' Presently Mrs. Quiggin said , in a tone of well-acted unconcern , `` And so you say that the poor man you tell me of is still loving his wife in spite of all she has done to him ? ''