eleven o’clock
`` I listen and listen ; I hear words , but I never get at any meaning ; he talks about the environs of Paris when he discusses the human heart and '' -LSB- lays down his pen and goes to the stove -RSB- `` declares he backs the devil 's game when it is a question of Russia and Boulogne ; now what is there so clever in that , I 'd like to know ? We must first admit that the devil plays any game at all , and then find out what game ; possibly dominoes '' -LSB- blows his nose -RSB- . Fleury -LSB- interrupting -RSB- . `` Pere Poiret is blowing his nose ; it must be eleven o'clock . '' Du Bruel . `` So it is ! Goodness !