the hour of eleven
It was fortunate that he was quite too much occupied in what he was saying to note my annoyance . In vain , anxious to be let off , was I restrained in utterance -- cold , unpliable . The good fellow took for granted that it was an act of friendship to try to amuse ; and thus , yearning with a nameless discontent and apprehension to get home I was marched to and fro along the river-bank , from one scene to another -- he , meanwhile , utterly heedless of time , and as actively bent on perpetual motion as if his sinews were of steel and his flesh iron . Meanwhile , the guitar ceased , and the song in the cottage of Miss Davison ; the lights went out in that and all the other dwellings in sight ; the moon waned ; and it was not till the clock from a distant steeple tolled out the hour of eleven with startling solemnity , that Kingsley exclaimed : -- `` Well , mon ami , we have had a ramble , and I trust I have somewhat dissipated your gloomy fit . And now to bed -- what say you ? -- with what appetite we may ! '' With what appetite , indeed !