eleven
o'clock
-- boys cut in on Isabelle every few feet and then squabbled in the corners with : `` You might let me get more than an inch ! '' and `` She did n't like it either -- she told me so next time I cut in . '' It was true -- she told every one so , and gave every hand a parting pressure that said : `` You know that your dances are _ making _ my evening . '' But time passed , two hours of it , and the less subtle beaux had better learned to focus their pseudo-passionate glances elsewhere , for eleven o'clock found Isabelle and Amory sitting on the couch in the little den off the reading-room up-stairs . She was conscious that they were a handsome pair , and seemed to belong distinctively in this seclusion , while lesser lights fluttered and chattered down-stairs . Boys who passed the door looked in enviously -- girls who passed only laughed and frowned and grew wise within themselves . They had now reached a very definite stage .