eleven o'clock
He went across to where the other sat and gripped him by the shoulder . `` You look like the king o ' the world . '' Old Evans brushed at his coat anxiously ; his fingers picked and twisted ; and Sheener sat down on the bed beside him and began to soothe and comfort the man as though he were a child . The son was to arrive by way of Montreal , and at eleven o'clock we left Sheener 's room for the station . There was a flower stand on the corner , and Sheener bought a red carnation and fixed it in the old man 's buttonhole . `` That 's the way the boy 'll know him , '' he told me . `` They ai n't seen each other for -- since the boy was a kid . ''