eleven o'clock
Mousley was still tacking from pavement to pavement and making very little headway against a strong current of drink . Mark thought he had better go out and offer his services as pilot , because Mousley was beginning to sing an extraordinary song in which the tune and the words of _ Good-bye , Dolly , I must leave you _ , had got mixed up with _ O happy band of pilgrims _ . `` Look here , Mr. Mousley , you must n't sing now , '' said Mark taking hold of the arm with which the drunkard was trying to beat time . `` It 's after eleven o'clock , and you 're just outside the Mission House . '' `` I 've been just outside the Mission House for an hour and three quarters , old chap , '' said Mr. Mousley solemnly . `` Most incompatible thing I 've ever known . I got back here at a quarter past nine , and I was just going to walk in when the house took two paces to the rear , and I 've been walking after it the whole evening .