eleven o'clock
He must go to her , and tax her with it , repeat what Krafft had said , to her very face . She should suffer , too -- and the foretasted anguish and pleasure of hot recriminations dulled all other feelings in him . He rose , chilled to the bone from his exposure ; one hand , which had hung down over the bench , was wet and sticky from grasping handfuls of dead leaves . It was past eleven o'clock . Louise wakened with a start , and , at the sight of his muddy , dishevelled dress , rose to her elbow . `` What is it ? What 's the matter ?