eleven o'clock
But she shook her head . That would never do . She knew that when she awoke in the morning some of those women would still be in the parlor , and , to save her soul , she could not now imagine what it was that kept them there like hounds upon her track . It was now eleven o'clock . When had the Port house been open so late as that ? The people in the town must be talking about it , and there would be more talking the next day . Perhaps it might be in the town paper .