eleven
o’clock
I believed she was crazy . She was cunning , too . I added an imperious : `` _ Allez _ , '' and with a strange docility she glided out without another word . All I had to do then was to get dressed and wait till eleven o'clock . The hour struck at last . If I could have plunged into a light wave and been transported instantaneously to Doña Rita 's door it would no doubt have saved me an infinity of pangs too complex for analysis ; but as this was impossible I elected to walk from end to end of that long way . My emotions and sensations were childlike and chaotic inasmuch that they were very intense and primitive , and that I lay very helpless in their unrelaxing grasp .