eleven o'clock
Judging by the pact , there could be only one answer . `` Now what is it ? '' pouted Irene , trying to assume an injured air when she saw the grave look in her lover 's face . `` Perhaps you do n't care for the eleven o'clock idea ? I thought you would like to sit and smoke , and tell me everything that happened since -- since I said good-by to you the other evening , but , of course -- '' `` If you gaze at me so reproachfully , Irene , I shall kiss you now , this instant , under the eyes of every man , horse , and camel . '' `` Well , then , what is the matter ? I know something is worrying you .