eleven o'clock
They are now both laughing at the dismal story , which they little think I overheard -- O how my heart aches ! for what are not such wretches capable of ! Can you blame me for endeavouring , through any danger , to get out of such clutches ? Past eleven o'clock . Mrs. Jewkes is come up , and gone to bed ; and bids me not stay long in my closet , but come to bed . O for a dead sleep for the treacherous brute ! I never saw her so tipsy , and that gives me hopes .