eleven o'clock in the morning
she demanded , her diction becoming a little frayed at the edges , owing to the intensity of her feelings . Bindle remained silent . He realised that he was faced by a crisis . `` Nice thing you coming ` ome at eleven o'clock in the morning calmly saying you 've struck , '' she continued angrily . `` You 're a lazy , good-for-nothing set of loafers , the whole lot of you , that 's what you are . When you 're tired of work and want a ` oliday you strike , and spend your time in public - ` ouses , betting and drinking and swearing , and us women slaving morning , noon and night to keep you . Suppose I was to strike , what then ? ''