eleven o'clock
` Well , ' said Toole , getting close up to Devereux , in a coaxing undertone , ` suppose we try Loftus . ' ` Dan Loftus ! ' ejaculated Devereux . ` Dan Loftus , ' repeated the little doctor , testily ; ` remember , it 's just eleven o'clock . He 's no great things , to be sure ; but what better can we get . ' ` Allons , donc ! ' said Devereux , donning his cocked-hat , with a shrug , and the least little bit of a satirical smile , and out bustled the doctor beside him .