eleven o'clock
`` All 's well ? '' `` Clara , '' replied Sir Willoughby , in dramatic epigram , `` is perfection . '' `` I rejoice , '' the Rev. Doctor responded ; taught thus to understand that the lovers ' quarrel between his daughter and his host was at an end . He left the table a little after eleven o'clock . A short dialogue ensued upon the subject of the ladies . They must have gone to bed ? Why , yes ; of course they must .