eleven o'clock
She crossed to the wall with her bucket . Standing upon the waste ground was an old , closed limousine whose engine had long been injured past repair . One of the glass windows was broken , but it was as roomy and comfortable as a first-class railway carriage , and the men often sat in it in a spare moment . The yard cleared suddenly for the eleven o'clock meal . As Fanny passed the limousine a man appeared at the broken window and beckoned to her . His face was white , and he wore his shirt , trousers , and braces . She stopped short with the bucket in her hand .