eleven
o'clock
Mary dropped down , limp with a sudden premonition , upon the gloucester swing in the veranda . The maid of all work , who had heard his call , came from the kitchen just as he was returning down the stairs . Mrs. Wollaston had gone away , she said . Pete had reported with the big car at eleven o'clock and Paula , who apparently had been waiting for him , had driven off at once having left word that she would not be back for lunch . `` All right , '' John said curtly . `` You may go . '' He was so white when he rejoined Mary in the veranda that she sprang up with an involuntary cry and would have had him lie down , where she had been sitting .