eleven o'clock
`` I 'll come to your shop , '' answered the literary man , quite appeased . `` Silence ! they 're beginning another song . '' The songs , which I do n't attempt to describe -LRB- and , upon my word and honour , as far as I can understand matters , I believe to this day that Mrs. Walker was only an ordinary singer -RRB- -- the songs lasted a great deal longer than I liked ; but I was nailed , as it were , to the spot , having agreed to sup at Knightsbridge barracks with Fitz-Urse , whose carriage was ordered at eleven o'clock . `` My dear Mr. Fitz-Boodle , '' said our old host to me , `` you can do me the greatest service in the world . '' `` Speak , sir ! '' said I. `` Will you ask your honourable and gallant friend , the Captain , to drive home Mr. Squinny to Brompton ? ''