eleven o'clock
`` I am behindhand with my work . '' She laid the folio and her inkstand upon the table , and made certain methodical arrangements for her labor . She worked diligently all day , and looked slightly pale and wearied when she rose from her seat in the evening . Until eleven o'clock she sat at the open door , sometimes talking quietly , sometimes silent and listening to the wind among the pines . She did , not mention her lover 's name , and he did not come . She spent many a day and night in the same manner after this . For the present the long , idle rambles and unconventional moon-lit talks were over .