eleven o'clock
`` These days one must be true to one 's self . '' We were awfully pleased with ourselves that evening . I said my head still ached and I could not dance . Roger and I sat out-of-doors most of the time , and at eleven o'clock Powell , my maid , brought out a tray of what was left from dinner and the dance supper . She took it by order to a small shaded porch off the billiard room , and we found her there with it . `` Thank you , Powell , '' I said . But Roger followed her into the house .