eleven o'clock
`` There ; it is finished , aunt . Is it long before you have to go on ? '' `` No . Good Heavens , it is close on eleven o'clock ! The thought of appearing before all these people -- do n't the flowers drooping from my head make my neck appear rather awkward , Ernest ? Will you push them up a little ? '' Then going to the door of the dressing-room she tapped at it gently , saying , `` Are you ready , Monsieur de V. ? ''