11 p.m
Their aims were very clear and defined . Joe was to become capable very soon of turning out pictures that old gentlemen with thin side-whiskers and thick pocketbooks would sandbag one another in his studio for the privilege of buying . Delia was to become familiar and then contemptuous with Music , so that when she saw the orchestra seats and boxes unsold she could have sore throat and lobster in a private dining-room and refuse to go on the stage . But the best , in my opinion , was the home life in the little flat -- the ardent , voluble chats after the day 's study ; the cozy dinners and fresh , light breakfasts ; the interchange of ambitions -- ambitions interwoven each with the other 's or else inconsiderable -- the mutual help and inspiration ; and -- overlook my artlessness -- stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m. . But after a while Art flagged . It sometimes does , even if some switchman does n't flag it . Everything going out and nothing coming in , as the vulgarians say .