nearly eleven o’clock
My nurse left me for the night and I dropped off into a pleasant doze . I dreamed , I recollect , that the Archdeacon was bringing me bottles of whiskey in Titherington 's bag and that Hilda was standing beside me with the key . I was roused , just as I was about to open the bag , by a terrific noise of bands in the streets . It was nearly eleven o'clock , and even during elections , bands at that hour are unusual . Besides , the bands which I heard were playing more confusedly than even the most excited bands do . It occurred to me that there might possibly be a riot going on and that the musicians were urging forward the combatants . I crawled out of bed and stumbled across the room .