eleven o'clock
Biffy was in full evening dress -- an enormous white carnation in his button-hole and a crush hat under his arm . He was booked for a `` Stag , '' he said with a yawn , or he would stay and keep him company . Jack did n't want any company -- certainly not Biffy -- most assuredly not any of the young fellows who had asked him about Gilbert 's failure . What he wanted was to be left alone until eleven o'clock , during which time he would get something to eat . Dinner over , he buried himself in a chair in the library and let his mind roam . Angry as he was , Ruth 's image still haunted him . How pretty she was -- how gracefully she moved her arm as she lifted the cups ; and the way the hair waved about her temples ; and the tones of her voice -- and dear Peter , so kind and thoughtful of him , so careful that he should be introduced to this and that person ; and Miss Felicia !