Ten minutes to one
Where could she be ? It was all rather mysterious and unsatisfactory . At last he took out his watch . Ten minutes to one ! No use waiting any longer . He scribbled a hasty note , left it on the writing-table , and walked into the garden past the impenetrable Caterina , who barely deigned to glance up from her knitting . He would look for a carriage , and give himself the luxury of a drive down .