eleven o'clock
said Billie . Sam glanced about him . It was the time of day when the promenade deck was always full . Passengers in cocoons of rugs lay on chairs , waiting in a dull trance till the steward should arrive with the eleven o'clock soup . Others , more energetic , strode up and down . From the point of view of a man who wished to reveal his most sacred feelings to a beautiful girl , the place was practically a tube station during the rush hour . `` It 's so crowded , '' he said .