eleven o'clock
In spite of my interest in the subject my soul revolted at the forbidding pile of manuscript . I promised to read the proofs and criticise them with severity , but as for the M.S. -- no , thanks . Poor Cary needed all his sweet patience to put up with me . By eleven o'clock we had become unendurable to one another , and I gladly welcomed his suggestion to adjourn to his club , have lunch there , and try to inveigle the Commander of the _ Malplaquet _ into our net . `` I know him , '' said Cary . `` He is a fine fellow ; and though he must be pretty busy , he will be glad to lunch somewhere away from the ship . If we have luck we will go back with him and look over the _ Malplaquet _ ourselves . ''