11 P.M.
Peters was now in an arm-chair . He was cheerful , but with a fevered pulse , and still the stomach-pains . I was giving him three quarter-grains of morphia a day . That Friday night , at 11 P.M. , I visited him , and found Clodagh there , talking to him . Peters was smoking a cigar . ` Ah , ' Clodagh said , ` I was waiting for you , Adam . I did n't know whether I was to inject anything to-night .