eleven o'clock
He alighted not far from Mrs. Conisbee 's house . That Monica had come hither he felt no doubt , but he would presently make sure of it . As it still rained he sought shelter in a public-house , where he quenched a painful thirst , and then satisfied his hunger with such primitive foods as a licensed victualler is disposed to vend . It was nearing eleven o'clock , and he had neither eaten nor drunk since luncheon . After that he walked to Mrs. Conisbee 's , and knocked at the door . The landlady came . ` Will you please to tell me , ' he asked ` whether Mrs. Widdowson is here ? '