eleven o'clock
With what result , we know . And that is the sum of my arrears , gentlemen . Henceforth , if you please , you shall find the street of narrative straight as a French highway , with hill and dale certainly , but none of your hairpin corners to send you doubling upon your tracks . * * * * * It was eleven o'clock of a Sunday morning . Never was an hour more melodiously announced . The diverse tongues of Oxford insisted upon its arrival for fully five minutes . Indeed , the harmonious argument , which had begun as his lordship 's car was nearing Magdalen Bridge , was still in progress when the great grey limousine swung out of St. Giles 's and on to the Woodstock road .