eleven
o'clock
All the servants were ready to meet us , and ... Here , my dear , I was interrupted last night by a dreadful thumping at my door : and who do you think it was ? Sir Pitt Crawley in his night-cap and dressing-gown , such a figure ! As I shrank away from such a visitor , he came forward and seized my candle . `` No candles after eleven o'clock , Miss Becky , '' said he . `` Go to bed in the dark , you pretty little hussy '' -LRB- that is what he called me -RRB- , `` and unless you wish me to come for the candle every night , mind and be in bed at eleven . '' And with this , he and Mr. Horrocks the butler went off laughing . You may be sure I shall not encourage any more of their visits .