eleven o’clock
After writing this second letter , I set forth instantly for the house to which Mr. Bernard had directed me . No thought of myself ; no thought , even , of the peril suggested by the ominous disclosure about Mannion , in the postscript to the surgeon 's letter , ever crossed my mind . In the great stillness , in the heavenly serenity that had come to my spirit , the wasting fire of every sensation which was only of this world , seemed quenched for ever . It was eleven o'clock when I arrived at the house . A slatternly , sulky woman opened the door to me . `` Oh ! I suppose you 're another doctor , '' she muttered , staring at me with scowling eyes .