about eleven o’clock
` I 'll go now , ' said Norah MacMulty . ` I 'm a trifle unsteady with the shakin ' , but the drink 's out of me , worse luck ! and I 'll be able to walk . ' ` No calling at the Grapes , mind you , ' said the assistant ` You 'd better look in at the infirmary about eleven o'clock to-morrow . ' ` I 'll do that , ' she answered . ` Will ye be lendin ' me your shoulder as far as the dure , young man ? I 'll be better in a minute . '