eleven o’clock
She wept . `` Sweet niece , '' said my father , `` dry your tears . If she is , as you believe , innocent , rely on the justice of our judges , and the activity with which I shall prevent the slightest shadow of partiality . '' We passed a few sad hours , until eleven o'clock , when the trial was to commence . My father and the rest of the family being obliged to attend as witnesses , I accompanied them to the court . During the whole of this wretched mockery of justice , I suffered living torture . It was to be decided , whether the result of my curiosity and lawless devices would cause the death of two of my fellow-beings : one a smiling babe , full of innocence and joy ; the other far more dreadfully murdered , with every aggravation of infamy that could make the murder memorable in horror .