half past eleven
Viewing Berenice and the Lieutenant as they strolled off together along a summery seaside veranda , he had been for once lonely , and had sighed . These uncertain phases of affection could become very trying at times . He wished he were young again , single . To-night , therefore , this thought was haunting him like a gloomy undertone , when at half past eleven the telephone rang once more , and he heard a low , even voice which said : `` Mr. Cowperwood ? This is Mr. Arneel . '' `` Yes . '' `` A number of the principal financial men of the city are gathered here at my house this evening .