five minutes to ten
He , ` pon his side , smiled on her , pleased as Punch ; for 't was little inore 'n a fortni ' t since he 'd discovered she was the yapple of his eye . She said ` Good night ' an ' went up-stairs to pack a few things in a bag , he openin ' the door and shuttin ' it upon her . Then he outs wi ' his watch , waits a couple o ' minutes , an ' slips out o ' the house . `` At five minutes to ten comes my ladyship , glidin ' over the short turf o ' the deer-park , an ' glancin ' over her shoulder at the light in his lordship 's libery window . 'T was burnin ' in true watch-an ' - fear-nothin ' style , an ' there , by the gate , was the shay and horses , and postillion , wrapped up and flapping his arms for warmth , who touched his cap and put down the steps for her . '' ` Drive through Tregarrick , ' says she , ` an ' do n't spare whip-cord . ' `` Slam went the door , up climbed the postillion , an ' away they went like a house afire .