About 11 o'clock
They were soft , solacing , and soothing ; they were periodical and certain , he could count on leaving his cares and worries , twice every week , at the door of that dear villa ; and , when he took them up again , they were no longer the same ; heavenly balm had been shed over them , and over his boiling blood . One Saturday he heard , by a side-wind , that the Unions at a general meeting had debated his case , and there had been some violent speeches , and no decision come to ; but the majority adverse to him . This discouraged him sadly , and his yearning heart turned all the more toward his haven of rest , and the hours , few but blissful , that awaited him . About 11 o'clock , that same day , the postman brought him a letter , so vilely addressed , that it had been taken to two or three places , on speculation , before it reached its destination . Little saw at once it was another anonymous communication . But he was getting callous to these missives , and he even took it with a certain degree of satisfaction . `` Well done , Bramah !