eleven o'clock
said Aurora , squeezing harder , then suddenly letting go . `` I 'm in no mood to be funny , you -- you county-fair prize punkin ! I 've been worried half to death . Where 've you been so long , ` way into the night , long past eleven o'clock ? '' `` Did n't you find my note on the pin-cushion ? That informed you where I 've been . '' `` I thought you must have met with an accident , to make you so terribly late , or else made up your mind to go off with that young man for good and all .