eleven o'clock
This drew : `` Ah , my pore lamb , you 've got to feel worse yet afore you 're better ! '' from Mrs. Beamish . It ended in Rogers taking up his quarters there , for the night . Towards eleven o'clock Mahony and he sat , one on each side of the table , in the little sitting-room . The heat was insupportable and all three doors and the window were propped open , in the feeble hope of creating a draught . The lamp had attracted a swarm of flying things : giant moths beat their wings against the globe , or fell singed and sizzling down the chimney ; winged-ants alighted with a click upon the table ; blowflies and mosquitoes kept up a dizzy hum . From time to time Mahony rose and stole into the bedroom , where Mrs. Beamish sat fanning the pests off Polly , who was in a feverish doze .