Eleven o'clock
It would n't have surprised her if the chairs had danced for him . It could n't of course have occurred to her that she was producing her own effect on the director ; she could n't have surmised that he was driving his rehearsal at a faster pace and with a renewed energy and fire because of the presence , there in the ranks of his chorus , of a glowing , thrilling creature who devoured his intentions half formed , met them with a blue spark across the poles of their two minds . She realized , when the rehearsal was over , that it had gone well and that it could n't have gone so if her own part had been done badly . She hesitated a moment after he 'd finally dismissed them with a nod , and an , `` Eleven o'clock to-morrow morning , everybody , '' from a previously formed intention of asking him if she 'd do . But she felt , somehow , that such a question would be foolish and unnecessary . He had marked her hesitation and shot her a look that she felt followed her as she walked off , and she heard him say to the world in general and in a heartfelt sort of way , `` Good God ! '' But she did n't know that it was the highest encomium he was capable of , nor that it was addressed to her .