eleven in the morning
That , science said , would be all . The green clouds would whirl and vanish , and there might be thunderstorms . But through the attenuated wisps of comet shine , the old sky , the old stars , would reappear , and all would be as it had been before . And since this was to happen between one and eleven in the morning of the approaching Tuesday -- I slept at Monkshampton on Saturday night , -- it would be only partially visible , if visible at all , on our side of the earth . Perhaps , if it came late , one would see no more than a shooting star low down in the sky . All this we had with the utmost assurances of science . Still it did not prevent the last nights being the most beautiful and memorable of human experiences .