eleven o'clock
It was no wonder , he said to himself , that Mr. Bangs was one of the most successful manufacturers in the South . A man who was not only an executive and administrator , but who could make with his own hands the most complicated farming implement in his factory , was one to command respect . Even if he did not like him personally , it was a great thing to work under him , to have his approval , to be trusted by him . When Quin went up to his room at eleven o'clock , his head was whirling with statistics and other newly acquired facts , which he spent an hour recording in his note-book . It was not until he went to bed and lay staring into the darkness that the mental tumult subsided and the moral tumult began . The questions that he had resolutely kept in abeyance all evening began to dance in impish insistence before him . What right had he to take Shields 's place , when he had said exactly the things that Shields had been fired for saying ?