eleven o'clock
He could invent ten , if he only knew it . And suppose he would tell me it , if I make him believe me innocent ! It would be like him ! '' When the eleven o'clock dinner-bell rang , and they two were again together , O'Hara said : `` Hogarth , I have for some time been intending to give you my story . Have I in your eyes the air of a guilty man ? '' `` God knows , '' answered Hogarth , with a shrug ; `` you talk nicely , and you know much '' . `` So much for the hollowness of friendship ! ''