about eleven o'clock
On Monday she tried to rise and dress , in order to attend the funeral ; but she was attacked with faintness , and was obliged to return to her bed . `` Well ! is it all over ? '' said mademoiselle from her bed , as the concierge entered her room about eleven o'clock , on his return from the cemetery , with the black coat and the sanctimonious manner suited to the occasion . '' _ Mon Dieu _ , yes , mademoiselle . Thank God ! the poor girl is out of pain . ''