about eleven o'clock
That night Elena and I played bridge against Nannie Allsotts and Warwick Risby . I was very much in love with Elena , but I hold it against her , even now , that she insisted on discarding from strength . However , there was to be a little supper afterward , and you may depend upon it that Mrs. Vokins was seeing to its preparation . She came into the room about eleven o'clock , beaming with kindliness and flushed -- I am sure , -- by some slight previous commerce with the kitchen-fire . `` Well , well ! '' said Mrs. Vokins , comfortably ; `` and who 's a-beating ? '' I looked up .