eleven o'clock
His face blanched and from his dry throat came a hoarse , strange cry -- it certainly sounded like fright . `` You startled me -- that was all , '' he hastened to explain , as much to himself as to them . For , a something inside him had echoed the wondering inquiry in the two women 's faces -- a something that persisted in reverencing the moral code which his new code had superseded . At eleven o'clock on Monday morning James , head of the Fanning-Smith family , president of Fanning-Smith and Company , and chairman of the Great Lakes and Gulf railway -- to note his chief titles to eminence up-town and down -- was seated in his grandfather 's office , in his grandfather 's chair , at his grandfather 's desk . Above his head hung his grandfather 's portrait ; and he was a slightly modernized reproduction of it . As he was thus in every outward essential his grandfather over again , he and his family and the social and business world assumed that he was the reincarnation of the crafty old fox who first saw the light of day through the chinks in a farm-hand 's cottage in Maine and last saw it as it sifted through the real-lace curtains of his gorgeous bedroom in his great Madison Avenue mansion . But in fact James was only physically and titularly the representative of his grandfather .