eleven o'clock
`` Graves , '' he added , to the servant who stood in the doorway , `` when you have closed the door behind Mr. Meredith , bring up breakfast , if you please . '' On the doorstep Jack Meredith looked at his watch . He had an appointment with Millicent Chyne at half-past eleven -- an hour when Lady Cantourne might reasonably be expected to be absent at the weekly meeting of a society which , under the guise and nomenclature of friendship , busied itself in making servant girls discontented with their situations . It was only eleven o'clock . Jack turned to the left , out of the quiet but fashionable street , and a few steps took him to Piccadilly . He went into the first jeweller 's shop he saw , and bought a plain diamond ring . Then he walked on to keep his appointment with his affianced wife .