eleven
o'clock
Dan hesitated . ` Arrah ! go to your bed , Dan Loftus , dear . It 's past eleven o'clock -- they 're nonplussed already ; and lave _ me _ -- me that understands it -- to manage the rest . ' ` Well , Sir , I do confide it altogether to you . I know I might , through ignorance , do a mischief . ' And so they bid a mutual good-night , and Loftus scaled his garret stair and snuffed his candle , and plunged again into the business of two thousand years ago .