eleven o'clock
Toward midnight Georges fell asleep . At daybreak the nurse entered and he started up . Both he and Mme. Forestier retired to their rooms to obtain some rest . At eleven o'clock they rose and lunched together ; while through the open window was wafted the sweet , perfumed air of spring . After lunch , Mme. Forestier proposed that they take a turn in the garden ; as they walked slowly along , she suddenly said , without turning her head toward him , in a low , grave voice : `` Listen to me , my dear friend ; I have already reflected upon what you proposed to me , and I can not allow you to depart without a word of reply . I will , however , say neither yes nor no . We will wait , we will see ; we will become better acquainted .