eleven o'clock
at night
We blushed and held down our eyes at the very idea . Well , the Electress ! she was -- you must guess . So she called for her caudle at eleven o'clock at night . What do you think that was ? Well , there was spirit in it : not to say nutmeg , and lemon , and peach kernels . She wanted me to sit with her , but I begged my mistress to keep me from the naughty woman : and no friend of Hilda of Bayern was Bertha of Bohmen , you may be sure .