eleven
o'clock
He swung out of the studio , and went back to the hall . The house had its back to the storm , and it was only when he looked down the Cluhir avenue , that he realised with what fury the rain was falling . The wind had moderated a little , but the barograph-needle was still almost off the paper it had gone so low . It was only eleven o'clock . Two hours before the motor was to come for him . He felt , as he told himself , using the adjective that has had to undertake the duties of so many others , rotten . Empty and rather sick , and , well , generally beastly -- a sort of vague funk .