a quarter past eleven
Henry , he ai n't eat his pill yet . He is jest looking at it and shaking . The perfessor pulls out his watch and lays it on the table . `` It is a quarter past eleven , '' he says . `` Mr. Murray , are you going to make me shoot you , after all ? I did n't want a scandal , '' he says . `` It 's for you to say whether you want to eat that pill and get your even chance , or whether you want to get shot .