eleven o'clock
He drank champagne . It helped to fortify reality , to make shadows seem more shadowy . And down in the smoking-room he sat before the fire , in one of those chairs which embalm after-dinner dreams . He grew sleepy there , and at eleven o'clock rose to go home . But when he had once passed down the shallow marble steps , out through the revolving door which let in no draughts , he was visited by fear , as if he had drawn it in with the breath of the January wind . Larry 's face ; and the girl watching it ! Why had she watched like that ?