eleven o'clock
And inwardly Mrs. Cricklander burned . Cora was a second cousin of her divorced husband , and belonged by birth to that inner cream of New York society which she hated in her heart . Never , never again would she be so foolish as to chance crossing swords with one of her own nation . But aloud she acquiesced blandly and arranged that they should start at eleven o'clock . `` Perhaps we could persuade him to return to lunch with us ? '' she hazarded . `` And that would be so nice . ''