eleven o'clock
Tell me -- how is your aunt to-day ? '' she asked abruptly . `` She seems better , much better . '' `` Yes , much better -- better since yon came ; you rouse her , though she does n't get up now till eleven o'clock . She suffers from such a strange complaint -- very mysterious , '' she added with a significant sniff . `` I do n't think there is anything mysterious about neuralgia . '' `` Oh , yes , there is , '' rejoined Frau Wurm , lowering her voice ; `` we often talk it over and wonder .