about eleven
o'clock
He was again in the society that best suited his natural disposition . It was tolerably intelligent and refined . The lights , the flowers , the music , told on his senses , long numbed by the quietness and monotony of his daily life . He entered into the quiet pleasures of the evening with zest , made all around him happy , and even fascinated by the brilliancy with which he spoke , so much so that Bittra Campion said to him , as he was leaving about eleven o'clock : -- `` Father , we are infinitely obliged to you . '' He returned home , filled with a pleasant excitement , that was now so unusual to him in his quiet , uneventful life . The moonlight was streaming over sea and moorland , and he thought , as he passed over the little bridge that spanned the fiord , and stepped out into the broad road : -- `` A delightful evening ! But I must be careful .