nearly eleven o'clock
My voice and me , we belong to the poor folk of Liverpool . Good-night , sir-you have nought to thank me for . '' She rushed out of the open door , not heeding the manager 's outstretched hand , nor the raised tones with which he sought still to detain her . It was late now , nearly eleven o'clock , and the public-houses would be closed in about a quarter of an hour . A miserable old dame stood shivering by one , and looking wistfully into the warm and brilliantly lighted place . She turned her wan and wretched face round when she heard Hester approaching . `` Good-night , Hetty Wright , and may the Virgin bless you ! ''