about eleven o'clock
said a strong young voice , at this point , and the cheers were given and echoed in the street , although Billy frowned , and said gruffly , `` Oh , cut it out ! '' It was a long evening . Susan began to think that they would talk forever . But , at about eleven o'clock , the men who had been streaming in and out of the house began to disperse , and she and Mrs. Cudahy went into the kitchen , and made a pot of coffee . Susan , sitting at the foot of the table , poured it , and seasoned it carefully . `` You are going to be well cared for , Mr. Oliver , '' said Ernest Rassette , in his careful English . `` No such luck ! ''