eleven o'clock
She felt herself at cross-purposes with her foolish little world . If James had resought her love overnight , it had been a passing whim . She told herself that love so desired was almost an insult . Nevertheless at eleven o'clock the motor was there , and Urquhart in the hall held out his hand . `` She can sprint , '' he said ; `` so much I 've learned already . I think you 'll be amused . '' Lucy hoped so .