nearly eleven o'clock
`` We 'll wait here in the moonlight and see him dive . It will be lovely . '' Mr. Barrymore was gone before she finished . It was nearly eleven o'clock . The music-barges had gone ; the hotel garden was deserted , and scarcely a moving star of light glided over the canal . Our three gondolas , drawn up like carriages at the marble steps of the Britannia , where the water lapped and gurgled , awaited the great event . The Prince pooh-poohed the idea that Mr. Barrymore could find a diver , or that , if he did , the bag could be retrieved in such an amateurish way .