eleven o'clock
`` I did not say anything , '' said the Jew in an injured tone , `` Reuben Goldstein , that accursed traitor , that son of Belial ... '' `` Cut that short , man , '' interrupted Chauvelin , roughly , `` and go on with your story . '' `` He took the words out of my mouth , your Excellency ; when I was about to offer the wealthy Englishman my horse and cart , to take him wheresoever he chose , Reuben had already spoken , and offered his half-starved nag , and his broken-down cart . '' `` And what did the Englishman do ? '' `` He listened to Reuben Goldstein , your Excellency , and put his hand in his pocket then and there , and took out a handful of gold , which he showed to that descendant of Beelzebub , telling him that all that would be his , if the horse and cart were ready for him by eleven o'clock . '' `` And , of course , the horse and cart were ready ? '' `` Well ! they were ready in a manner , so to speak , your Excellency .