nearly eleven o'clock
Then stretching out his arms wearily he closed his eyes for a moment with a sigh of mingled relief and fatigue . The night was very cold , and though there had been a fire in the room all day , it had died down in the grate , and there were only a few little dull embers now glowing at the last bar . The chill of the air was deepening , and a shiver ran through the spare , fragile form of the venerable prelate as he rose at last from his chair and prepared to take his rest . His sleeping room was a very small one , adjoining that in which he now stood , and as he glanced at his watch and saw that time had gone on so rapidly that it was nearly eleven o'clock , he decided that he would only lie down for two or three hours . `` For there is much to do yet , '' he mused . `` This one letter to the Pope will not suffice . I must write to Angela , -- to say farewell to her , poor child !