about ten o'clock
I ` ont hear any more about 'em , and the less you say the better . She 's no daughter o ' mine any more . ' With this Mr Prothero walked away , leaving his brother very much perplexed and distressed , but comforting himself with hoping that time would soften even his choleric relative . Owen returned about ten o'clock . He had ridden to the inn where Howel had changed horses , and learnt the name of the house whence the fly came ; had left his own horse and taken another , and gone on to Swansea , where he found from the drivers that the trio had gone direct to London . Thinking it useless to try to track them farther , he returned , fully impressed with the wisdom of Howel in running off with what he could n't get by fair means . ` Such a row as father makes , ' he soliloquised .