eleven o'clock
It was while she was pinning it , with her elbows raised , that the curtain fell . Both Emmy and Alf rose in the immediately successive re-illumination of the theatre ; and Emmy looked so pretty with her arms up , and with the new hat so coquettishly askew upon her head , and with a long hatpin between her teeth , that Alf could not resist the impulse to put his arm affectionately round her in leading the way out . And then , once in the street , he made no scruple about taking Emmy 's arm within the crook of his as they moved from the staring whiteness of the theatre lamps out into the calmer moonshine . It was eleven o'clock . The night was fine , and the moon rode high above amid the twinkling stars . When Alf looked at Emmy 's face it was transfigured in this beautiful light , and he drew her gently from the direct way back to the little house . `` Do n't let 's go straight back , '' he said .