eleven o'clock
On the other side of the round table sat Mr. Joe Mortimer , the heavy lead , the celebrated miser in the _ Cloches _ . A tall girl standing behind him playfully twisted his back hair . He addressed paternal admonitions to her from time to time in an artificially cracked voice . ` Please , sir , ' said Kate pleadingly , ` I 'm very sorry , but we can not keep open house after eleven o'clock . ' A deep silence followed this announcement . Miss Leslie looked up at Kate curiously . Mr. Lennox stopped twisting the corkscrew into the bottle , and the low comedian , seizing the opportunity , murmured in his mechanical voice to the girl behind him , ` Open house !