quarter
after eleven
They arrived at the bridge . The wide road , which looked to-night extraordinarily clean , almost as if it had been polished up for the passing of some delicate procession in the night , was empty . There were no vehicles going by ; the night-birds kept among the trees . The quarter after eleven chimed from some distant church . Dion thought of Rosamund , as he paused on the bridge , thought of himself as a husband yielding his wife up to the solitude she evidently desired . He took Daventry for his companion ; she had the child for hers . There was suffering of a kind even in a very perfect marriage , but what he had told Daventry was true ; it had been very wonderful .