eleven o’clock
Apparently it was not , though ; for the conversation gradually sank down the scale to a monotonous murmur . A second hour passed , and yet a third . What could this interminable visit portend ? It was near eleven o'clock . A ray from the rising moon shone between the trees in the garden . A big black cat crept across the lawn , shaking its wet paws . In the darkness it looked like a tiger .