eleven o'clock
Angels are not wanted here at all . The only angels there are in London are kept framed in the church windows , and I half suspect that even they were women once , and liked bread and butter . And then Nell Gwynne 's flag floats from the steeple of St. Martin 's in the Fields , and now and again they ring the bells for her ! '' At eleven o'clock that night Glory was putting on her hat and cloak to return home when the call-boy came to the dressing-room door to say that the stage manager was waiting to see her . With a little catch , in her breath , and then with a tightening of the heart-strings , she followed him to the stage manager 's office . It was a stuffy place over the porter 's lodge , approached by a flight of circular iron stairs and lumbered with many kinds of theatrical property . `` Come in , my dear , '' said the stage manager , and pushing away some models of scenery he made room for her on a sofa which stood by a fast-dying fire .