Ten minutes to five
Delphine gave him a look , the look of a thwarted child , flushed to the roots of her hair , and turned hastily aside . Open rebellion was useless , but it spoke in every line of her body , every movement of the small , graceful head . I was sorry for her , for being young and feminine myself , I could understand how dull was the claim of linen covers for injured bindings , compared with that swift , exhilarating rush . I looked at the Vicar , and began pleadingly , `` Could n't I -- '' ; then the Squire looked at me , pulled out his watch , and said sharply : -- `` Ten minutes to five . Hurry up , Delphine ! If you put on your hat at once you can have half an hour . It will freshen you up for your duties .