eleven o'clock
Dinner over , they went out to the veranda . The lawn stretched green and luscious down to the white pavement under the swinging arc light over the street . Mitchell left them seated in a hammock and sauntered down to the side fence , where he stood talking to a neighbor who was sprinkling his lawn with a hose and nozzle . At eleven o'clock Irene went up to her cousin , finding the young lady still reading her novel under the green shade of a drop-light . Miss Langley was a good-looking girl , slender , small of limb , active in movement , and a blonde . `` Well , '' she said , closing her book and looking up , sleepily , `` I wanted to see what is coming to this pair of sweethearts , but they can wait . I am anxious to know what is going on in real life .