About eleven o'clock
He dropped into a picture-show for over half an hour , and when he came out the theatre crowds were pouring into the street . Then he thought the city must be a delightful place to live in . What a bunch of pretty faces ! About eleven o'clock he worked his way back toward the hotel . He watched for the bank and found it still full of spectral activity . It occurred to him that city life must be made up of pleasure and work , without any rest . He was to find that largely the case .