eleven o'clock
` Well you ca n't have him , ' answered the rough cloak imperiously . ` Do n't you see he 's busy ? ' Whereupon the small girl lifted up her voice in lamentation , and was instantly smothered in the cloak and swept out of the mill ; neither one appearing on those boards again that night . But the reading went on , and the hours too ; and it was eleven o'clock , all told , before the audience were dismissed . Coming out at last into the starlight darkness , Mr. Rollo ran full up against Dr. Arthur Maryland . ` Arthur ! -- What now ? '