I counted the strokes--ELEVEN! Horrified, we looked at one another by the light of the lamp.

Until this minute we had taken no note of time.

Eleven o'clock! How should we get home to Norton Bury that night?
For, now the excitement was over, I turned sick and faint; my limbs almost sank under me.
"What must we do, John ?" "Do! oh! 'tis quite easy.

You cannot walk--you shall not walk--we must hire a gig and drive home.

I have enough money--all my month's wages--see!" He felt in his pockets one after the other; his countenance grew blank.