about eleven o’clock
for him ! '' she cried within her , `` I would die a thousand deaths . '' At this thought , she shot a glance at her mother which flamed with courage . `` Clear away , '' said Grandet to Nanon when , about eleven o'clock , breakfast was over , `` but leave the table . We can spread your little treasure upon it , '' he said , looking at Eugenie . `` Little ? Faith !