eleven
o'clock
The dressers were in disorder , window curtains were pinned back for more air , and the coverings of the twin beds thrown back and trailing on the floor . Fifteen minutes ' brisk work would have straightened the whole , but Mrs. Salisbury could not spare the time just then . The morning was running away with alarming speed ; she must be dressed for a meeting at eleven o'clock , and , like most women of her age , she found dressing a slow and troublesome matter ; she did not like to be hurried with her brushes and cold creams , her ruffles and veil . The thought of the unmade beds did not really trouble her when , trim and dainty , she went off in a friend 's car to the club at eleven o'clock , but when she came back , nearly two hours later , it was distinctly an annoyance to find her bedroom still untouched . She was tired then , and wanted her lunch ; but instead she replaced her street dress with a loose house gown , and went resolutely to work . Musing over her solitary luncheon , she found the whole thing a little absurd . There was still the drawing-room to be put in order , and no reason in the world why Justine should not do it .