eleven o'clock
Up and down before the long range of shop-windows I walked , patiently awaiting her reappearance . I was anxious to know the truth concerning the previous night 's happenings -- a truth which I intended she should not conceal from me . I glanced at my watch . It was already past eleven o'clock . Morning shopping in Regent Street had now commenced in real earnest . The thoroughfare was lined with carriages , for was it not the height of the London season ? In and out of the big drapery establishment passed crowds of well-dressed women , most of them with pet dogs , and others with male friends led like lambs to the slaughter .