about eleven
o'clock
There was a gentle sobbing somewhere in the air -- was it her own or another 's ? ... the click of a door ; a great mellow booming over-head , shock after shock , as the huge tenor bells tolled their three strokes ; and , in an instant , over the white faces passed a ripple , as if some breeze of passion shook the souls within ; there was a swaying here and there ; and a passionless voice spoke half a dozen words in Esperanto , out of sight : `` Englishmen , I assent to the Bill of Worship . '' It was not until mid-day breakfast on the following morning that husband and wife met again . Oliver had slept in town and telephoned about eleven o'clock that he would be home immediately , bringing a guest with him : and shortly before noon she heard their voices in the hall . Mr. Francis , who was presently introduced to her , seemed a harmless kind of man , she thought , not interesting , though he seemed in earnest about this Bill . It was not until breakfast was nearly over that she understood who he was . `` Do n't go , Mabel , '' said her husband , as she made a movement to rise .