eleven o'clock
` I 've told you that story before , my dear ; I know I have . ' It seemed her mind and memory were more orderly somehow . And the Widow Jequier explained how sweet and good-natured she had been all day -- better than for years . ` When I took her drops upstairs at eleven o'clock I found her tidying her room ; she was sorting her bills and papers . She read me a letter she had written to her nephew to come out and take her home -- well written and quite coherent . I 've not known her mind so clear for months . Her memory , too .