about eleven in the morning
`` Suppose a fellow could n't sleep for a time ! Well , he can read , or work . It was nothing . '' But , about eleven in the morning the exaltation of the wakefulness had gone off , and he felt stupid and depressed . He suddenly began to feel anxious about himself . Of course , it was all Sylvia ! This life , seeing her more or less all day , under the same roof , pretending to be only friends , without any sort of vent , any expression , verbal or otherwise , for his sentiment , was impossible !