eleven o'clock
Once again he strode across the room and jerked the door open with terrifying anger and resentment . As though frozen there on his threshold by Her own little bare feet , -- as though strangled there in his doorway by her own great mop of golden hair , -- stolid and dumb as a pink-cheeked graven image the White Linen Nurse thrust the cup out awkwardly at him . Absolutely without comment , as though she trotted on purely professional business and the case involved was of mutual concern to them both , the Senior Surgeon took the cup from her hand and closed the door again in her face . At eleven o'clock she came again , -- just as pink , -- just as blue , -- just as gray , -- just as golden . And the cup of malted milk she brought with her was just as huge , -- just as hot , -- just as steaming , -- only this time she had smuggled two raw eggs into it . Once more the Senior Surgeon took the cup without comment and shut the door in her face . At twelve o'clock she came again .