About eleven o'clock
And Captain Puffin , she could not but tell herself , sat up on the other set of alternate nights with the Major , for it had not escaped her observation that when the Major seemed to be sitting up , the Captain seemed to have gone to bed . Instantly , with strong conviction , she suspected orgies . It remained to be seen -LRB- and she would remain to see it -RRB- to what hour these orgies were kept up . About eleven o'clock a little mist had begun to form in the street , obscuring the complete clarity of her view , but through it there still shone the light from behind Captain Puffin 's red blind , and the mist was not so thick as to be able wholly to obscure the figure of Major Flint when he should pass below the gas lamp again into his house . But no such figure passed . Did he then work at his diaries every evening ? And what price , to put it vulgarly , Roman roads ?