eleven o'clock
snapped Gertie . `` How dare you talk like that ! '' said Frank , perfectly quietly . He spoke so low that Gertie mistook his attitude , and , leaning her hands on the table , she poured out the torrent that had been gathering within her ever since the Mission-lady had left her at eleven o'clock that morning . The lady had not been tactful ; she was quite new to the work , and quite fresh from a women 's college , and she had said a great deal more than she ought , with an earnest smile upon her face that she had thought conciliatory and persuasive . Gertie dealt with her faithfully now ; she sketched her character as she believed it to be ; she traced her motives and her attitude to life with an extraordinary wealth of detail ; she threw in descriptive passages of her personal appearance , and she stated , with extreme frankness , her opinion of such persons as she had thought friendly , but now discovered to be hypocritical parsons in disguise . Unhappily I have not the skill to transcribe her speech in full , and there are other reasons , too , why her actual words are best unreported : they were extremely picturesque .