eleven
o'clock
`` Damned odd coincidence , is n't it ? '' he remarked to me . Our merry mood had vanished and we took our way , quiet and depressed , through the old avenues toward our home . For the first time in its existence possibly , our venerable `` barracks , '' as we called the dormitory , saw its occupants returning home from an evening 's bout just as the night watchman intoned his eleven o'clock verse . `` Just eleven , '' exclaimed Solling . `` It 's too early to go to bed , and too late to go anywhere else . We 'll go up to your room , little Simsen , and see if we ca n't have some sort of a lesson this evening .