eleven o'clock
But the words rang in my ears , like a bell that has tolled too loud . Beechy was ill next morning ; nothing serious ; but the Prince , it seemed , had brought her in the evening a box of some rich Turkish confection ; and though she does n't care for the man , she could n't resist the sweet stuff . So she had eaten , only a little , she said ; but the box contradicted her , and the poor child kept her bed . Aunt Kathryn and I were with her until eleven o'clock . Then she was sleepy , and told us to go away . So we went , and took a drive to the pretty harbour of Gravosa , with Mr. Barrymore and Sir Ralph in the motor , unaccompanied by the Prince , whose car was said to be somehow disabled . We expected , if Beechy were well , to get on next day ; but the Chauffeulier was troubled about the road between Ragusa and Cattaro -- and no proper `` route-book '' existing for that part of the world , unexplored by motors , he could find out surprisingly little from any one .