eleven o'clock
Next , after a little interval of silence , a pebble struck the window . She stood for a moment staring at the window and then ran to it , swung open a pane of glass , and , leaning out , she called in a high , strained voice , `` I will not go . '' Then , closing the window again , she ran back to the fireplace , crouched down on the rug and pushed her fingers into her ears . Her husband came home before eleven o'clock , brushed the wraith of a kiss half an inch from her lips , and asked was there anything nice for supper ? The supper things were already on the table , and , after tasting a mouthful -- `` Who cooked this ? '' said he . She was watching him intently -- `` The girl did , '' she replied .