about eleven o'clock in the morning
To me , when I thought of her , which I did only too often , she was Juliet , with perhaps an adjective thrown in ; and as Juliet I shall henceforth speak of her -LRB- but without the adjective -RRB- in this narrative , wherein nothing has been kept back from the reader -- Juliet 's visit , then , had been a great success , for my colleague was really pleased by the attention , and displayed a quiet geniality that filled our visitor with delight . He talked a good deal of Reuben , and I could see that he was endeavouring to settle in his own mind the vexed question of her relations with and sentiments towards our unfortunate client ; but what conclusions he arrived at I was unable to discover , for he was by no means communicative after she had left . Nor was there any repetition of the visit -- greatly to my regret -- since , as I have said , he was able , in a day or two , to resume his ordinary mode of life . The first evidence I had of his renewed activity appeared when I returned to the chambers at about eleven o'clock in the morning , to find Polton hovering dejectedly about the sitting-room , apparently perpetrating as near an approach to a `` spring clean '' as could be permitted in a bachelor establishment . `` Hallo , Polton ! '' I exclaimed , `` have you contrived to tear yourself away from the laboratory for an hour or two ? '' `` No , sir , '' he answered gloomily .