eleven in
the morning
Feeling hot and foolish and afraid , she was scurrying through the dark passages when some one called her . It was the stage manager . `` I should like to hear your voice again , my dear . Come down at eleven in the morning , sharp . The leader of the orchestra will be here to play . '' She made some confused answer of assent , and then found herself in the back seat , panting audibly and taking long breaths of the cold night air . She was dizzy and was feeling , as she had never felt before , that she wanted some one to lean upon .