eleven o'clock
And after that , if Mrs. Dugald were in the humor , there would be music . And then the party would disperse . Claudia would go into her own room and pass a long , lonely , wretched evening , sometimes speculating on life , death , and immortality , and wondering whether , in the event of her deciding to walk out of this world with which she was so much dissatisfied , into the other of which she knew nothing , she would be any better off . At eleven o'clock she always rang for wine and biscuits , and drank enough to make her sleep . Then she would go to bed , sink into a heavy , feverish sleep , that would last until the morning , when she would awake with a headache , as well as a heartache , to pass just such a day as the preceding one . Such were Claudia 's days and nights . Ah !