eleven in the morning
But there was one thing that vexed me considerably amongst all my regrets for past pleasures and castles in the air for the future , and this was the conduct of Captain Lovell . What did he mean ? I could n't make him out at all . One day calling on my aunt at eleven in the morning , and staying to luncheon , and making himself so agreeable to _ her _ , and bringing bouquets of the loveliest flowers -LRB- which I know came from Harding 's or else direct from Covent Garden -RRB- to _ me _ ; and then going away as if he had fifty more things to say , and lingering over his farewell as if he was on the eve of departure for China instead of Mayfair , and joining me again in the Park , and asking me if I was going to the Opera , and finding out all my engagements and intentions , as if he could n't possibly live five minutes out of my sight ; and then , perhaps , never coming near us for days together , till even my aunt `` wondered what had become of that pleasant Captain Lovell ; '' and when he met me in the Park , taking off his hat with a civil bow , as if he had only been introduced the night before . All this I could n't make out , and I did n't half like , as I told Lady Scapegrace one hot morning , sitting with her in her boudoir . I was a good deal at Lady Scapegrace 's now , and the more so because that was the place of all others at which I was least likely to meet Sir Guy . `` Men are so uncertain , my dear , '' said her ladyship , sitting in a morning deshabille , with her long black hair combed straight out over her shoulders and reaching nearly to her knees .