Eleven o'clock
The slow tears gathered thick in her eyes . For long after the keyboard became an indistinguishable blur Peters played on untiringly . But at last he rose , closed the piano and turned on an electric lamp that stood near . `` Eleven o'clock , '' he exclaimed contritely . `` Bless my soul , why did n't you stop me ! I forget the time when I 'm playing . I 've tired you out .