eleven o'clock
`` So am I , '' she said with a laugh , and pointed to the front gate , which a garden lad had just run to open to admit a young man on horseback . `` Oh , lord ! it 's Banstead , '' said Dick with a groan . `` Au revoir -- eleven o'clock , '' said Viviette , and she fled . Lord Banstead dismounted , gave his horse to the lad , and came up to Dick . He was an unhealthy , dissipated-looking young man , with lustreless eyes , a characterless chin , and an underfed moustache . He wore a light blue hunting stock , fastened by a ruby fox in full gallop , and a round felt hat with a very narrow flat brim , beneath which protruded strands of Andrew aguecheek hair .