eleven o'clock
May was soppy . She did not , in thinking this , do anything but envy May ; but all the same she knew that Toby 's solitariness matched her own . It was an augury . She lay awake until he came home , listening to her mother breathing ; and then , in a few minutes , heard eleven o'clock strike . The next time this happened , and they met so definitely , Toby looked sharply at her . Sally did nothing , but paused an instant . He followed her with his eyes .