about
midnight
I should get away without difficulty in a couple of hours , and until to-morrow morning nobody would be a penny the wiser . Fortunately it was Thursday , when a combined passenger and cargo steamer sailed to Liverpool . Of course the motor-car would not be available to take me to the pier , but Tommy the Mate , who had a stiff cart in which he took his surplus products to market , would be waiting for me at eleven o'clock by the gate to the high road . The people downstairs , meaning my husband and Alma and her mother , were going off to the pavilion -LRB- where hundreds of decorators were to work late and the orchestra and ballet were to have a rehearsal -RRB- , and they had been heard to say that they would not be back until `` way round about midnight . '' `` But the servants ? '' I asked . `` They 're going too , bless them , '' said Price .