eleven
o'clock
She could get something and then work up . What would he say then ? She pictured herself already appearing in some fine performance on Broadway ; of going every evening to her dressing-room and making up . Then she would come out at eleven o'clock and see the carriages ranged about , waiting for the people . It did not matter whether she was the star or not . If she were only once in , getting a decent salary , wearing the kind of clothes she liked , having the money to do with , going here and there as she pleased , how delightful it would all be . Her mind ran over this picture all the day long .