half
past eleven
Danglar would be growing restive ! She took the elevated . If she could risk the protection of her veil in the Silver Sphinx , she could risk it equally in an elevated train ! But , in spite of the elevated , it was , she knew , well on towards half past eleven when she finally came down the street in front of the Silver Sphinx . From under her veil , she glanced , half curiously , half in a sort of grim irony , at the taxis lined up before the dancehall . The two leading cars were not taxis at all , though they bore the ear-marks , with their registers , of being public vehicles for hire ; they were large , roomy , powerful , and looked , with their hoods up , like privately owned motors . Well , it was of little account !