eleven o'clock
May , 1900 . TO MY MOTHER A KNIGHT At Monte Carlo , in the spring of the year 189 - , I used to notice an old fellow in a grey suit and sunburnt straw hat with a black ribbon . Every morning at eleven o'clock , he would come down to the Place , followed by a brindled German boarhound , walk once or twice round it , and seat himself on a bench facing the casino . There he would remain in the sun , with his straw hat tilted forward , his thin legs apart , his brown hands crossed between them , and the dog 's nose resting on his knee . After an hour or more he would get up , and , stooping a little from the waist , walk slowly round the Place and return up hill . Just before three , he would come down again in the same clothes and go into the casino , leaving the dog outside .