eleven o'clock
`` What a spirit ! '' her mother reflected proudly . `` She is just the girl for a chieftain 's bride ! '' That very night was chosen for the ceremony , and eleven o'clock found them all assembled breathless in the drawing-room : all , save Lord Tulliwuddle and his host . `` Will they have to wait for a whole hour ? '' asked Mrs. Gallosh in a low voice . Indeed they all spoke in subdued accents .