eleven o'clock
`` It doubles the work , but I do n't mind that . '' He was now town councillor . They looked at the night , which was the same as the London night , only a good deal more transparent . Church bells down in the town were striking eleven o'clock . The wind was off the sea . And all the bedroom windows were dark -- the Pages were asleep ; the Garfits were asleep ; the Cranches were asleep -- whereas in London at this hour they were burning Guy Fawkes on Parliament Hill . The flames had fairly caught .