about eleven o'clock
He looked pleased , but he says the backs of his legs are still beyond the power of description , and so I proposed having dinner with him in his room , which we did very comfortably , and he told me that he should remember this trip till the day he died , without any regard for the grease I spilt on his hat . After dinner he was very fidgety , and I can see that the confinement is wearing on him ; but I do n't know what to do . More letters came by the evening mail , and Mrs. Clary is so in raptures over the dinner that when Uncle asked me if I had heard from her I thought it was wisest to say no , because I knew that if he read how happy M. Sibilet was making her , he surely would n't like it at all . Lee sent me a note by a messenger about eleven o'clock , with instructions in French on the outside about their delivering it to me when I was _ not _ with Uncle . They delivered it all right , and I read it . He just said that the automobiles had come , and that he was going to cast his die clean over the Rubicon to-morrow morning at eleven . That means that he is going , of course , and that I am to be left here all alone .