about eleven o'clock
George Grey was really a bore of capacity to wreck the social patience of the most courteous . The rector fled from him , John always had lessons and how would James endure his vacuous talk . It all helped her to be comfortably angry , and there too was that horrible spittoon . The young fellow who went with needless haste out of the house and down the avenue about eleven o'clock had no indecisions . Josiah trusted him , and he felt the compliment this implied . On the far side of the highroad Westways slumbered . Only in the rector 's small house were lights burning .