eleven o'clock
Father and daughter had their meals served in their own principal room , the one with the large fireplace , the piano , the big red easy chairs , and the great window looking across the back gardens to the Gothic church . The small bedchamber opening off this apartment was used by Mr. Kenby . Florence slept in a rear room on the floor above . The dinner of three was scarcely over , on this blizzardy evening , when Mr. Kenby betook himself up-stairs for his whist , to which , he had confided to the girls , there was promise of additional attraction in the shape of claret punch , and sundry pleasing indigestibles to be sent in from a restaurant at eleven o'clock . `` So if Mr. Turl comes at half-past eight , we shall have at least three hours , '' said Edna , when Florence and she were alone together . `` How excited you are , dear ! '' was the reply .