twenty minutes past eleven
The other candle I gave to Mr. Bruff ; the light , in this instance , being subdued by the screen of the chintz curtains . The window was open at the top , so as to ventilate the room . The rain fell softly , the house was quiet . It was twenty minutes past eleven , by my watch , when the preparations were completed , and I took my place on the chair set apart at the bottom of the bed . Mr. Bruff resumed his papers , with every appearance of being as deeply interested in them as ever . But looking towards him now , I saw certain signs and tokens which told me that the Law was beginning to lose its hold on him at last . The suspended interest of the situation in which we were now placed was slowly asserting its influence even on _ his _ unimaginative mind .