eleven o'clock
`` Clear enough . Yesterday morning , seeing what a poor miserable wretch I had got to be , and how much my wife and children were suffering , I swore of from ever touching another drop . I would n't sign a pledge , though , because that , I thought , would be giving up my freedom . In coming here , I got past Harry Arnold 's grog-shop pretty well , but when you came out so pleasantly at eleven o'clock , and asked me to go over to the house and take a drink , I could n't refuse for the life of me -- especially as I felt as dry as a bone . So I drank pretty freely , as you ' know , and went home , in consequence , drunk at night , notwithstanding I had promised Sally , solemnly , in the morning , never to touch another drop again as long as I lived . Poor soul ! Bad enough , and discouraged enough , she felt last night , I know .