eleven o'clock
`` I like that , '' says she . `` Well , at all events , by your own showing , you did n't say _ no . '' _ It is quite early , barely eleven o'clock , and a most lovely morning . Tita and Margaret , who have just settled down in the latter 's boudoir , presumably to write their letters , but actually to have a little gossip , are checked by the entrance of a servant , who brings something to Tita and lays it on the table beside her . `` With Sir Maurice Rylton 's compliments , '' says the servant . `` What is it ? ''