eleven o’clock
In the evening we had his portfolio and the peerage , and so delighted was the vulgar dog to have got into the land of coronets and strawberry-leaves , that he would have ignored Loyd if I had not artfully brought him to his recollection ; but he came to the memory of ` poor Joe , ' as he called him , with such a compassionating pity , that I actually grew to like him . He had been at the vicarage , too , and saw its little homely ways and small economies ; and I laughed so heartily at his stupid descriptions and vapid jokes , that I made the ass think he was witty , and actually repeat them . All this time imagine Florry , pale as a corpse , or scarlet , either half fainting or in a fever , dying to burst in with an angry indignation , and yet restrained by maiden bashfulness . She could bear no more by eleven o'clock , and went off to bed under pretence of a racking headache . `` It is a great blow at any man 's favour in a woman 's esteem when you show up his particular friend , his near intimate ; and certes , I did not spare Stockwell . You have seen me in this part , and you can give me credit for some powers in playing it . ``` Could that creature ever have been the dear friend of Joseph ' said Milly , as he said good-night .