eleven o'clock
And the one suit George had particularly asked to have cleaned and pressed had somehow escaped Mary 's vigilance , and still hung creased and limp in the closet . So George went off , feeling a little abused , and Mary , feeling cross , too , went slowly about her morning tasks . Another annoyance was when the telephones had been cut off ; a man with a small black bag mysteriously appearing to disconnect them , and as mysteriously vanishing when once their separated parts lay useless on the floor . Mary , idly reading , and comfortably stretched on a couch in her own room at eleven o'clock , was disturbed by the frantic and incessant ringing of the front doorbell . `` Lizzie went in to Broadway , I suppose , '' she reflected uneasily . `` But I ought n't to go down this way ! Let him try again . ''