eleven
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Or is it that his old Allah has picked me out to tide him along for a while ? '' She wanted to laugh aloud , at the restlessness , superstition , weakness , and folly that had composed her life , and had now produced this egregious interview . And in the midst of this emotion she was touched by his statuesque face , with its glimmering suggestion of gentility cast down , of pride lost in a dread that she might not find him worth her charity . `` I shall expect you on Mondays , Wednesdays , and Fridays at eleven o'clock . '' He bowed in silence . She felt his relief that was mingled with a sense of abasement ; and she wondered what he had been , that he should suffer from the prospect of turning an honest penny . She received a note from Brantome , informing her that if she went to a certain orchestral concert she would hear a piece that David Verne had written at the height of his promise .