eleven o'clock
He had done a pretty stroke of business . It came into his head whether he might not follow it up with a still more brilliant speculation . So he turned his steps in the direction of Colonel Sprowle 's . It was now eleven o'clock , and the battle-field of last evening was as we left it . Mr. Peckham 's visit was unexpected , perhaps not very well timed , but the Colonel received him civilly . `` Beautifully lighted , -- these rooms last night ! '' said Mr. Peckham .