eleven o'clock in the morning
He was rather an adept at the discovery of small mysteries ; he liked to draw conclusions from a series of small events , and to ferret out other people 's secrets . He thought that he was now upon the track of some design of Vivian 's , and he became exceedingly curious about it . If it had been possible to open the box without disturbing the seals upon it , he would certainly have done so ; but , this being out of the question , he contented himself with resolving to be present when it was opened , and to observe with care the effect produced by Vivian 's message on the faces of Mrs. Heron , Miss Heron , and Miss Murray . He reached Dunmuir -LRB- where the nearest station to his aunt 's house was situated -RRB- at eleven o'clock in the morning . Mrs. Luttrell had sent the mail-phaeton for him . As Hugo took the reins and glanced at the shining harness and the lustrous coats of the beautiful bays , he could not help remembering the day when the mail-phaeton had last been sent to bring him from the station . Richard had then sat in the place that he now occupied , with Angela beside him ; and Brian and Hugo laughed and talked in the back seat , and were as merry as they well could be .