eleven o'clock
I can hear the footman saying : ` Your coach is waiting , my lady . ' Lady Dorrimore -- how well it sounds ! Archibald loves me ... '' May be this conviction settled the matter . The girl slid out of bed and dressed herself hurriedly , though eleven o'clock had only just struck and she had plenty of time . Perhaps she thought that if she hesitated any longer she might alter her mind and not be married after all . Despite her haste she was not neglectful of herself . Now and again she glanced at the little mirror over which the girls squabbled daily , smoothed her rebellious hair and settled the Nithsdale hood of her cloak coquettishly .