about eleven
o'clock
For like a dream Father O'Grady had come and he had gone , never to return . ` But does anything return ? ' he asked himself , and he looked round his room , wondering why the chairs and tables did not speak to him , and why life was not different from what it was . He could hear Catherine at work in the kitchen preparing his dinner , she would bring it to him as she had done yesterday , he would eat it , he would sit up smoking his pipe for a while , and about eleven o'clock go to his bed . He would lie down in it , and rise and say Mass and see his parishioners . All these things he had done many times before , and he would go on doing them till the day of his death -- Until the day of my death , ' he repeated , ` never seeing her again , never seeing him . Why did he come here ? '