eleven o'clock
at night
True , I did expect to see Steele at Vicky Van 's -- he was the club chap who had introduced me there -- but as Aunt Lucy had so cleverly suspected , he was not my sole reason for going . A bigger reason was that I always had a good time there , the sort of a good time I liked . I crossed the street diagonally , in defiance of much good advice I have heard and read against such a proceeding . But at eleven o'clock at night the traffic in those upper side streets is not sufficient to endanger life or limb , and I reached Vicky Van 's house in safety . It was a very small house , and it was the one nearest to the Fifth Avenue corner , though the long side of the first house on that block of the Avenue lay between . The windows on each floor were brilliantly lighted , and I mounted the long flight of stone steps sure of a merry welcome and a jolly time . I was admitted by a maid whom I already knew well enough to say `` Evening , Julie , '' as I passed her , and in another moment , I was in the long , narrow living-room and was a part of the gay group there .