eleven
o’clock
My father baulks me in everything , and makes me turn hypocrite , and take him in , in all sorts of ways -- which I hate myself for doing ; and yet ca n't help doing , because he forces me to it . Why does he want to make me live in the same slow way that he does himself ? There 's some difference in our ages , I rather think ! Why does he bully me about being always home by eleven o'clock ? Why does he force me into a tea-merchant 's office , when I want to be an artist , like you ? I 'm a perfect slave to commerce already . What do you think ?