eleven o'clock
His company was at Grand Crossing , and he joined it there . He has n't been north of the stock-yards since . '' But Allison got away as quickly as possible . This sort of thing was n't helping Flo to forget , and presently Flo herself concluded she 'd rather go home , and just at eleven o'clock they came forth to their carriage . Three officers in full uniform were directly in front , chatting with two others in rough campaign rig , and the taller , slenderer of these latter , a soldierly , brown-eyed fellow with a heavy moustache and a week-old brown stubble on cheeks and chin , stepped quickly forward and whipped off his drab slouch hat . For the first time in her life Florence Allison saw her friend the lieutenant in service dress , and knew not what to say . All the response to his cordial `` Good-evening , Miss Allison .