eleven o'clock
`` I do n't think , '' said I , reflectively , `` that I am afraid of many things , somehow . But of one thing I am certainly not afraid , and that is of mistaking a good woman for -- for anything else . Their eyes are different somehow , '' I haltingly explained , as to myself ; then I smiled . `` Shall we say eleven o'clock ? '' Miss Montmorenci laid one hand upon the hedgetop and slowly twisted off four box-leaves what while I waited . `` I -- I believe you , '' she said , in ' meditation ; `` oh , yes , I believe you , somehow , Mr. Townsend . But we rehearse in the morning , and there is a matinee every day , you know , and -- and there are other reasons -- '' She paused , irresolutely .