eleven o'clock
But it might be something if they could comfort her for awhile . `` I do n't think but what her heart 'll still be soft to thee , Fan ; and who knows but what it may bring her round to see thy face , and hear thy voice . '' At that moment Fanny heard a sound in the garden , and stretched her head and shoulders quickly out of the window . They had been late at the mill that evening , and it was now eleven o'clock . It had been still daylight when the miller had left them at tea ; but the night had crept on them as they had sat there . There was no moon , but there was still something left of the reflection of the last colours of the setting sun , and the night was by no means dark . Fanny saw at once the figure of a woman , though she did not at once recognise the person of her sister .