eleven o'clock
`` I wish I could sleep at nights , '' he said , moving slowly towards the window . `` I 've never been so wretchedly wakeful in all my life . '' Then he gazed out into the garden , but without seeing much of the scene that he gazed upon , for his thoughts were far away , and his whole soul was possessed by fear of what Brian would do or say . At eleven o'clock Brian made his way to his mother 's dressing-room , an apartment which , although bearing that name , was more like an ordinary sitting-room than a dressing-room . He knocked , and was answered by his mother 's voice . `` Come in , '' she said . `` Is it you , Brian ? ''