eleven o'clock
He thought of his stenographer , Miss McGoun . He thought of the prettiest of the manicure girls at the Hotel Thornleigh barber shop . As he fell asleep on the davenport he felt that he had found something in life , and that he had made a terrifying , thrilling break with everything that was decent and normal . He had forgotten , next morning , that he was a conscious rebel , but he was irritable in the office and at the eleven o'clock drive of telephone calls and visitors he did something he had often desired and never dared : he left the office without excuses to those slave-drivers his employees , and went to the movies . He enjoyed the right to be alone . He came out with a vicious determination to do what he pleased . As he approached the Roughnecks ' Table at the club , everybody laughed .