about eleven o'clock
Is it too late ? Do n't you value your life ? And do n't you care at all for the happiness of mine ? Meet me to-morrow , I beg , at the Museum , about eleven o'clock , and let us talk it all over once more . Do be sensible ; do n't wreck your life out of respect for social superstitions . The thing once over , who thinks the worse of you ? Not a living creature for whom you need care .