Five minutes past
ten
Therefore they had left town immediately after the ceremony ; dined _ en route _ , and now stood , as they had so often stood before when bidding one another good-night , in the lamp-light , beside the marble table . `` Oh , Jim dear , '' whispered Myra , throwing back her travelling cloak , `` does n't it all seem natural ? Look at the old clock ! Five minutes past ten . The Miss Murgatroyds must have gone up , in staid procession , exactly four minutes ago . Look at the stag 's head ! There is the antler , on the topmost point of which you always hung your cap . ''