eleven o'clock
`` Is everybody here gone to bed ? '' asked Standring , the man who had accompanied them , but who had not yet spoken . `` Hours since , '' replied Paul . `` No election ever fought would keep them out of bed after eleven o'clock . '' `` That 's well . '' And he took out a bundle of papers from his pocket and laid them on the table . `` You do n't expect me to read them to-night ? ''