eleven o'clock
But each day passing brought a certain satisfaction , of being one day nearer to the day ahead . The day that he had taken Myrtle Macomber up the river road had been Tuesday . On Wednesday he had risen , sluggish and weary , with an ache in his bones . A half-hearted , spasmodic attempt at work had ended at eleven o'clock . He had called up Myrtle . They went that afternoon to a ball-game . Thursday morning came , bright with promise , and a profitable forenoon was spent in the old hammer-and-tongs manner .