eleven o'clock
She had tried her best to change herself , the house , the whole rotten mess . But they would n't let her . Her mood of disgust continued the next morning . When , at eleven o'clock , Louis Akers sauntered in for the first time in days , she looked at him somberly but without disdain . Lou or somebody else , what did it matter ? So long as something took her for a little while away from the sordidness of home , its stale odors , its untidiness , its querulous inmates . `` What 's got into you lately , Edith ? ''