about eleven o’clock
`` Oh , I hope I know how to respect idiosyncrasy , '' he said . The very tone of his voice irritated me beyond measure . These scientific fellows , I wonder people put up with them as they do , when you have no mind for their cold-blooded confidence . Dr. Moncrieff met us about eleven o'clock , the same time as on the previous night . He was a large man , with a venerable countenance and white hair , -- old , but in full vigor , and thinking less of a cold night walk than many a younger man . He had his lantern , as I had . We were fully provided with means of lighting the place , and we were all of us resolute men .