about five to eleven
said Elizabeth . Mr Nichols was surprised . He could not detect the connexion of ideas . ` It 's about five to eleven , ' he said , consulting his watch . The next moment he was even more surprised , for Elizabeth , making nothing of the barrier of the gate , had rushed past him and was even now climbing into his automobile . ` Take me to the station , at once , ' she was crying to the stout , silent man , whom not even these surprising happenings had shaken from his attitude of well-fed detachment . The stout man , ceasing to be silent , became interrogative .