eleven o'clock
But he soon relapsed into that unknown thought which oppressed him so much . It was some minutes before he completely aroused himself , and saw the little elfin-like figure standing beside him , silent and immovable , with the taper in her hand . `` Shall I bring your candle , dear papa ? It is eleven o'clock and more . '' `` Where is your mother , Olive ? '' `` She is gone to bed ; '' and Olive paused , uncertain whether she should tell him that her mamma was ill . Again there was a silence -- during which , do what he would , Captain Rothesay could not keep his eyes from the earnest , wistful , entreating gaze of his `` little Olive . ''