about
eleven o'clock
Nothing more ? Good-night , sir . '' It looked like being a long , dull evening for Steel if he were not going to the theatre or anything of that kind . He generally read till about eleven o'clock , after which he sat up for another couple of hours plotting out the day 's task for to-morrow . To-night he could only wander restlessly about his conservatory , snipping off a dead leaf here and there and wondering where the whole thing was going to end . With a certain sense of relief David heard the front door-bell trill about eleven o'clock . Somebody was coming to see him , and it did n't matter much who in Steel 's present frame of mind .