eleven o'clock
I did not wait for his coming back . I went to my room and stayed there . I do n't know if he looked for me at our table in the window next morning , for I did not go to the coffee-room for breakfast . And by eleven o'clock I was sitting in the ladies ' drawing-room -- empty as Sahara at that hour -- with my hotel bill in my hand , wondering how it was possible that such a little , little holiday should have cost so very much . Then he came into the room . He sat down opposite to me at the round table , and I saw that he had a telegram in his hand . `` I have bad news for you , '' he said .