eleven o'clock at night
The most beautiful girl in Bear Valley bore the face of a gargoyle compared with the soft , creamy faces he saw that night . The flashing , long-lashed eyes , the red lips , the coils on coils of fluffy hair , the swishing silk , unfamiliar furs , sparkling jewels , and the slender French heels were stupefying . He was growing hungry . He had not eaten a bite since early morning , and now it was eleven o'clock at night . It appalled him to think of entering a restaurant and being confronted by one of those white-skinned , slim-formed divinities he saw flitting from table to table . He did not know what to order nor how to order it . Even the smallest places looked imposing with their myriad lights and fixtures of gilt and white and glittering glass .