eleven o'clock
Her head began to swirl . She clutched the piano stool and by sheer terror at the thought of creating a scene she managed to keep her consciousness as she felt Mrs. Condor 's hand upon her shoulder and heard a voice that just missed being patronizing : `` My dear , you did it beautifully . '' Claire longed to burst into tears ... . The concert was over shortly after eleven o'clock . Besides Mrs. Condor , there had been a ` cellist , very masculine in his looks but rather forceless in his playing , and a young , frail girl who brought great breadth and vigor to her interpretations at the piano . But Claire was really too excited for calm enjoyment . Supper followed -- creamed minced chicken and extraordinarily thin sandwiches , and a dry , pale wine that Claire found at first rather distasteful .