eleven
o’clock
Never was slander more harmless . He sat it all out , and was sorry when it was over , but was consoled by the devils of ` Der Freischutz . ' How sincerely , how ardently did he long to sell himself to the demon ! It was eleven o'clock , and he dreaded the play to be over as if he were a child . What to do with himself , or where to go , he was equally at a loss . The door of the box opened , and entered Lord Bagshot . If it must be an acquaintance , this cub was better than any of his refined and lately cherished companions .