About one in the morning
The end of it was that I lent her the cart with a fast horse and a good driver , and off she went . Reaching the town in question some two and a half hours later , she searched high and low through wind and sleet , but found no Basil . He , it appeared , had gone on to Exeter , to look at the cathedral where some building was being done , and missing the last train had there slept the night . About one in the morning , after being nearly locked up as a mad woman , she drove back to the Vicarage , again to find no Basil . Even then she did not go to bed but raged about the house in her wet clothes , until she fell down utterly exhausted . When her husband did return on the following morning , full of information about the cathedral , she was dangerously ill , and actually passed away while uttering a violent tirade against him for his supposed suspicious proceedings . That was the end of this truly odious British matron .