eleven
o’clock
he asked , rubbing his eyes , and looking about him in momentary bewilderment . `` Yes , Giacomo . You have slept for two hours and more . It is eleven o'clock . '' `` Then we must go back . '' `` Yes ; take your violin , and we will go . '' They passed out into the cold street , which seemed yet colder by contrast with the warm hotel they just left , and , crossing to the sidewalk that skirts the park , walked up Centre street .