eleven o'clock
Before making up his mind , he glanced at the illuminated clock . It was a quarter past nine . He knew himself that as soon as the glassful of beer was before him he would gulp it down . What would he do then up to eleven o'clock ? He passed on . `` I will go as far as the Madeleine , '' he said , `` and walk back slowly . '' As he reached the corner of the Palace de l'Opera , he passed a stout young fellow , whose face he vaguely recollected having seen somewhere .