eleven o'clock
It was a dark , still night . As the clock struck ten the night might really be said to begin in Berlin . The streets were not lighted except by accidental rays from the windows and the carriage-lamps , and the glare of torches carried by the servants who accompanied their masters to places of amusement . By eleven o'clock the streets were deserted . Pollnitz was therefore sure to meet no one on his way to the castle . He directed his steps to that door which opened upon the River Spree , as Fredersdorf had advised him . Silence reigned in the palace .