half after eleven
The breakfast dishes were , he knew , untouched upon the table . The cat came in , looked incidentally at the sofa as if she were accustomed to occupy it at that particular hour , and walked out again . Myron drew forth his watch , and looked at it with a stealthiness he could not explain . `` Why , '' said he , with a simulated wonder , `` it 's nigh half after eleven . Had n't you better see about gettin ' dinner ? '' `` I ai n't a-goin ' to get any dinner , '' his wife responded . `` I do n't know as I shall ever get dinners any more .