eleven o'clock
`` But , yes , monsieur , you are perfectly correct , '' she said . `` M. Cartel did play last night . I remember now . I was finishing the hem of a black dress for Madame Dévet , of the rue des Abesses , when my husband came in at eleven o'clock . He walked in , leaving the door open -- the door I came through this morning at your knock -- and he stood there , blowing upon his fingers , for it was cold . ` Our good Cartel is in love , Marthe ! ' he said , laughing .