eleven o'clock
The Duke smiled . `` I shall not think of that , sir , '' he said , `` if Mistress Dorothy will sing to us . '' Well ; so it was settled . The maid was in the kitchen , and was presently fetched ; and she and Dolly sang together once or twice , though it was now after eleven o'clock . They sang Mr. Wise 's `` Go , perjured man , '' I remember , again ; and then M. Grabu 's `` Song upon Peace . '' The Duke sat still in the great chair , shading his eyes from the candlelight , and watching my Cousin Dolly : and once , when my Cousin Tom broke in upon the second song with something he had just thought of to say , he put him aside with a gesture , very royal and commanding , and yet void of offence , until the song was done . `` I beg your pardon , Mr. Jermyn , '' he said a moment afterwards , `` but I have never been so entranced .