eleven o’clock
`` Oh , my good mother ! '' she cried , `` I have never loved you enough . '' Charles , who had been tramping about his room for some time , singing to himself , now came down . Happily , it was only eleven o'clock . The true Parisian ! he had put as much dandyism into his dress as if he were in the chateau of the noble lady then travelling in Scotland . He came into the room with the smiling , courteous manner so becoming to youth , which made Eugenie 's heart beat with mournful joy .