eleven o'clock
Some o ' the men do n't come till late -- they 've got so far to walk . And Bartle himself 's never in bed till it 's gone eleven . '' `` I wouldna have him to live wi ' me , then , '' said Mrs. Poyser , `` a-dropping candle-grease about , as you 're like to tumble down o ' the floor the first thing i ' the morning . '' `` Aye , eleven o'clock 's late -- it 's late , '' said old Martin . `` I ne'er sot up so i ' MY life , not to say as it warna a marr ` in ' , or a christenin ' , or a wake , or th ' harvest supper . Eleven o'clock 's late . '' `` Why , I sit up till after twelve often , '' said Adam , laughing , `` but it is n't t ' eat and drink extry , it 's to work extry .