eleven o'clock
-- Maynooth -- Protection -- treason -- help yourself , and pass the -- you know , old fellow -- '' And Mr. Trebooze 's voice died away , and he slumbered , but not softly . The door opened , and in marched Mrs. Trebooze , tall , tawdry , and terrible . `` Mr. Trebooze ! it 's past eleven o'clock ! '' `` Hush , my dear madam ! He is sleeping so sweetly , '' said Tom , rising , and gulping down a glass , not of wine , but of strong ammonia and water . The rogue had put a phial thereof in his pocket that morning , expecting that , as Trebooze had said , he would be required to make a night of it , She was silent ; for to rouse her tyrant was more than she dare do .