eleven o'clock
I certainly heard something rip . '' It was one of the skirts of Burnamy 's coat , which he had caught into his hand and held in place till he could escape to the men 's dressing-room , where he had it pinned up so skillfully that the damage was not suspected by the ladies . He had banged his knee abominably too ; but they did not suspect that either , as he limped home on the air beside them , first to Miss Triscoe 's pension , and then to Mrs. March 's hotel . It was quite eleven o'clock , which at Carlsbad is as late as three in the morning anywhere else , when she let herself into her room . She decided not to tell her husband , then ; and even at breakfast , which they had at the Posthof , she had not got to her confession , though she had told him everything else about the ball , when the young officer with whom she had danced passed between the tables near her . He caught her eye and bowed with a smile of so much meaning that March asked , `` Who 's your pretty young friend ? '' `` Oh , that ! ''