eleven o'clock
Dreamily I reviewed the incidents of Decoration Day , my trip in company with Edith and her parents to Mount Auburn , and my dining with them on our return to the city . I recalled how extremely well Edith had looked , and from that fell to thinking of our marriage ; but scarcely had my imagination begun to develop this delightful theme than my waking dream was cut short by the recollection of the letter I had received the night before from the builder announcing that the new strikes might postpone indefinitely the completion of the new house . The chagrin which this recollection brought with it effectually roused me . I remembered that I had an appointment with the builder at eleven o'clock , to discuss the strike , and opening my eyes , looked up at the clock at the foot of my bed to see what time it was . But no clock met my glance , and what was more , I instantly perceived that I was not in my room . Starting up on my couch , I stared wildly round the strange apartment . I think it must have been many seconds that I sat up thus in bed staring about , without being able to regain the clew to my personal identity .