the hour
of eleven
`` Cape Jessamine . '' For a space Dennis feared that he had offended . A shade of depression darkened the lovely features before him , but his companion looked into his apprehensive eyes reassuringly as she said : `` You have penetration . '' His momentary embarrassment , however , introduced another perturbation , for in glancing away for an instant to reassemble himself , so to speak , his eyes fell upon the clock , which at that very moment chimed the hour of eleven . This was startling ! Dennis was familiar enough with social usage , or , at least , had the practical good sense to realize that he had exceeded the limits of good taste by an hour , and began to make disconcerted preparations for departure . Perceiving his embarrassment , his companion relieved him with genial tact by asking : `` And what about bosom No. 2 ?