night, about
eleven o'clock
He then departed for his castle , where he is at this present speaking -LRB- having just gone there after a visit to Clere -RRB- busy at his great book , `` The History of Fanatics and Fanaticism , from Mahomet to Joe Smith . '' Beloved by all who come in contact with him ; happy , honoured , and prosperous , as he so well deserves to be . But I used to go and see everything that was to be seen , though , having no companion -LRB- for Sam was down at Clere , putting his house in order -RRB- , it was very wretched work . I DID , in fact , all the public amusements in London , and , as a matter of course , found myself one night , about eleven o'clock , at Evans 's , in Covent Garden . The place was crowded to suffocation , but I got a place at a table about half-way up , opposite an old gentleman who had been drinking a good deal of brandy and water , and was wanting some more . Next me was an honest-looking young fellow enough , and opposite him his friend . These two looked like shop-lads , out for a `` spree . ''