about eleven
o’clock
`` You sacrilegious old villain ! But continue the account of your exploits . '' `` Faith , I remember little more . After dinner I grew somewhat mellow , and a kind of moral bewilderment , which usually steals over me about eleven o'clock , induced me to invite the alcalde and all the aldermen to come and sup . Apparently , we had a merry night of it , and when morning broke , we were not quite clear in our intellects . Hence came that infernal procession ; for when the alcalde rode round the town with a paper cap , and all the aldermen after him , the inhabitants felt offended , it seems , and sent for a large Guerilla force , who captured me and my staff , after a very vigorous resistance . The alcalde fought like a trump for us , for I promised to make him Prefect of the Seine ; but we were overpowered , disarmed , and carried off .