eleven o'clock
Once more let me warn you to get rid of sinful secrets , and amend your life , if you wish to be at peace . Good-night . '' So saying , the duke walked rapidly away to make up for the time lost in talking with the ex-valet . It was after eleven o'clock when he reached the Arondelle Arms , yet the little hostel gave no signs of closing . The windows were all still ablaze with light , and the bar and the tap-room were uproarious with fun . Evidently the Clan Scott had been drinking the health of the duke and duchess until they had become -- `` Glorious ! O'er all the ills of life victorious ! ''