eleven o'clock
`` Adieu , Damon , '' he said , laughingly , as we shook hands through the window . `` If we do n't meet before , come and dine with me next Sunday at seven o'clock -- and do n't dream of dreadful murders , if you can help it ! '' I did not dream of dreadful murders . I dreamt , instead , of Madame de Marignan , and never woke the next morning till eleven o'clock , just two hours later than the time at which I should have presented myself at Dr. Chéron 's . * * * * * `` Everye white will have its blacke , And everye sweet its sowere . '' _ Old Ballad _ .