eleven o'clock
I left my room the next morning with a vague hope that I should find the manuscript somewhere in the study ; that , in my own trance , I might have secreted it , as sleep-walkers are said to secrete things , without remembrance of their acts in their waking state . I searched minutely in every conceivable place . Strahan found me still employed in that hopeless task . He had breakfasted in his own room , and it was past eleven o'clock when he joined me . His manner was now hard , cold , and distant , and his suspicion so bluntly shown that my distress gave way to resentment . `` Is it possible , '' I cried indignantly , `` that you , who have known me so well , can suspect me of an act so base , and so gratuitously base ? Purloin , conceal a book confided to me , with full power to copy from it whatever I might desire , use its contents in any way that might seem to me serviceable to science , or useful to me in my own calling ! ''