11 P.M.
And he rushed away . `` It 's my private opinion , '' growled Macauley , beginning sulkily to lay the fire , `` that that fellow is off his head . He always did seem a trifle cracked , and to-night he 's certainly dippy . What 's he going to do with a fire , at 11 P.M. , on a May evening , I 'd like to know ? '' `` Whatever it is , it will be refreshing . '' Winifred Chester , reckless of her delicate blue evening gown , curled herself up in a corner of the big davenport and laid her head luxuriously down among the pillows . `` Oh , I 'm so tired , '' she sighed .