eleven o’clock
For him , he was glad that Karnia was to be an ally , and not an enemy . He had seen enough of wars . And so on and on , while the Countess smiled and nodded , and shivered in her very heart . At eleven o'clock he went away , kissing her hand rather more fervently than professionally , although his instinct to place his fingers over the pulse rather spoiled the effect . One thing , however , the Countess had gained by his visit . He was to urge on the Archduchess the necessity for an immediate vacation for her favorite . `` Our loss , Countess , '' he said , with heavy gallantry .