half past eleven
Iris was beautiful , bewitching -- his idea of all that a proud , imperious , willful sweetheart should be -- but Dorothy would have what was much better than all this , the golden shekels ; and then , too , now that the girl was no longer blind , she would have plenty of admirers ; and he could have cursed himself for those hasty words , that no longer should she live under the same roof with himself . It was daylight when he threw himself down on the bed , fairly worn out ; and his head no sooner touched the pillow than he fell into a deep sleep , and it was almost noon ere he opened his eyes again , and then it was the slow , measured chime of the clock as it struck the half hour which awakened him . `` Great Heaven ! half past eleven ! '' he ejaculated , springing from the couch . `` I shall barely have time to get downstairs to be present at the reading of the will . I must make all haste ; but first of all I must find out how Iris is , and if her shoulder pains her much . ''