eleven o'clock at night
He wears everybody out around him . Even the soldiers can not keep up with him . I assure you that I look upon it as the very highest honour to have charge of his papers , but there are times when it is very trying all the same . Sometimes it is eleven o'clock at night , Monsieur de Laval , and I am writing to his dictation with my head aching for want of sleep . It is dreadful work , for he dictates as quickly as he can talk , and he never repeats anything . `` Now , Meneval , '' says he suddenly , `` we shall stop here and have a good night 's rest . '' And then , just as I am congratulating myself , he adds , `` and we shall continue with the dictation at three to-morrow morning . ''