Eleven o'clock
As it is , you 've forced my hand . So you 're going to take me to the magic city , and if you want to see how a country cousin makes up for lost time and sets things humming , watch me ! '' So they talked and talked , sitting in that room which was made the very sanctum of romance by young blood and moonlight . Eleven o'clock slipped by , and twelve and one ; and while the earth slept , watched by a million glistening eyes , and nature moved imperceptibly one step nearer to maturity , this boy and girl made plans for the discovery of a world out of which so many similar explorers have crept with wounds and bitterness . They were wonderful and memorable hours , not ever to be lived again . They were the hours that all youth enjoys and delights in once -- when , like gold-diggers arrived in sight of El Dorado , they halt and peer at the chimera that lies at their feet -- `` I 'm going to make my mark , '' Martin said . `` I 'm going to make something that will last .