eleven o'clock
It 's the best make , is n't it ? '' Three pairs of eyes were regarding her , Claybrook 's with a slight frown . He continued gazing at her for a moment , in consideration , and then , the topic changing to Florida in the winter , he apparently forgot her . At eleven o'clock they rose to go . Mrs. Thompson showed signs of relief , and there was more warmth in the farewells than in any previous interchange of amenities . Mr. Thompson laid his hand affectionately on Mary Louise 's shoulder as they stood in the doorway into the hall . His manner was bluff and friendly : `` John tells me you 're running the tea room over on Spruce Street .