eleven o'clock
I have surely found one ` precious jewel ' in the head of this ` toad ' -- the priceless jewel of your friendship ! '' An angel guard -- Chariots of fire , horses of fire encamp , To keep thee safe . -- MRS. ELLET . It was eleven o'clock that night when the Rev. Mr. Lyle and Mr. Brent reached Blue Cliffs on their return from Wendover . Of course all the guests of the bridal reception had long since gone away . The house was closed and all the windows were dark except those of the library , where the gentlemen found the two brides and their hostess sitting up and awaiting their return . `` Where is Alden ?