eleven o'clock
` Not much , Meg . Go on , for Heaven 's sake . Does Uncle Silas know he is here ? ' ` Well , Miss , they were with him , Brice told me , from eleven o'clock to nigh one o ' Tuesday night , an ' went in and come out like thieves , ` feard ye 'd see 'em . ' ` And how does Brice know anything bad ? ' I asked , with a strange freezing sensation creeping from my heels to my head and down again -- I am sure deadly pale , but speaking very collectedly . ` Brice said , Miss , he saw Dudley a-cryin ' and lookin ' awful black , and says he to fayther , '' ` Tis n't in my line nohow , an ' I ca n't ; '' and says fayther to he , `` No one likes they soart o ' things , but how can ye help it ?