eleven o'clock
Jos Myatt , behind , said to me : `` Happen you 'd better go in there , mester , '' pointing to a half-open door at the foot of the stairs . I went into a little room at the rear of the bar-parlour . A good fire burned in a small old-fashioned grate , but there was no other light . The inn was closed to customers , it being past eleven o'clock . On a bare table I perceived a candle , and ventured to put a match to it . I then saw almost exactly such a room as one would expect to find at the rear of the bar-parlour of an inn on the outskirts of an industrial town . It appeared to serve the double purpose of a living-room and of a retreat for favoured customers .