eleven o'clock
`` No , '' I replied , grasping hold of the first suggestion that came to my mind . `` Drive me to No . -- Walnut street . '' I had directed him to the house of my sister , where I thought I would stay until after eleven o'clock , and then return home , leaving my husband to infer that I had been to the concert . But long before I had reached my sister 's house , I felt so miserable that I deemed it best to call out of the window to the driver , and direct him to return . On arriving at home , some twenty minutes after I had left it , I went up to my chamber , and there had a hearty crying spell to myself . I do n't know that I ever felt so bad before in my life .