eleven o’clock
`` What have you pleasant to tell us ? '' harshly demanded Frau von Werrig . `` My young lady 's compliments , '' cried Trude , triumphantly ; `` she begins to see that she must yield to her fate , and that it will do no good to resist any longer . She will be ready for the ceremony at eleven o'clock to-morrow morning . '' The general uttered a cry of joy , and struck the table so violently , with his hand , that the cards were thrown together . His wife bowed dignifiedly , and the happy bridegroom gave old Trude some gold-pieces upon the favorable news . `` Has she , then , been converted by your persuasion ? ''