Eleven o'clock
Rather metaphysical again . Miss Deb drew Jan back to plain details -- to the histories of the various ghostly encounters . Jan talked and pounded ; she sat on her hard seat and listened , her brain more perplexed than it could have been with any metaphysics known to science . Eleven o'clock disturbed them , and Miss Deborah started as if she had been shot . `` How could I keep you until this time ! '' she exclaimed . `` And you scarcely in bed for some nights ! ''