eleven o'clock
Vargrave glanced towards the clock ; it was scarcely past eleven . What revolutions are worked in moments ! Within an hour he had lost a wife , a noble fortune , changed the politics of his whole life , stepped into a Cabinet office , and was already calculating how much a governor-general of India could lay by in five years ! But it was only eleven o'clock . He had put off Mr. Howard 's visit till twelve ; he wished so much to see him , and learn all the London gossip connected with the recent events . Poor Mr. Douce ! Vargrave had already forgotten _ his _ existence !