eleven o’clock
The trouble is , '' he went on , giving a twist to his moustache , `` I ` ve been too absurdly docile . I ` ve been sprawling all my days by the maternal fireside , and my dear mother has grown used to bullying me . I ` ve made myself cheap ! If I ` m not in my bed by eleven o'clock , the girl is sent out to explore with a lantern . When I think of it , I fairly despise my amiability . It ` s rather a hard fate , to live like a saint and to pass for a sinner ! I should like for six months to lead Mrs. Hudson the life some fellows lead their mothers ! ''