half past eleven
Our hours were late . Breakfast was not over till ten , that is by Adelaide and myself . Sir Peter was an exceedingly active person , both in mind and body , who saw after the management of his affairs in England in the minutest manner that absence would allow . Toward half past eleven he strolled into the room in which we were sitting , and asked what we were doing . `` Looking over costumes , '' said I , as Adelaide made no answer , and I raised my eyes from some colored illustrations . `` Costumes -- what kind of costumes ? '' `` Costumes for the maskenball , '' I answered , taking refuge in brevity of reply .