eleven o'clock
And old Jamie waited . He dared not smoke his pipe in the parlor , nor even on the doorstep -LRB- which was a pleasant place ; there was a little park , with trees , in front -RRB- , for Mercedes thought it ungenteel . The present incongruity of this regard for appearances never struck Jamie , and he waited there . After eleven o'clock he fancied he might venture ; the neighbors were not likely to be up to notice it . So he lit his pipe and listened . There was still a light in her window ; but David St. Clair did not come . Her window stood open , and Jamie listened hard to hear if she were crying .