eleven o'clock
Then , presently , out again in the mild May night , out into High Street and Low Street , in the moonlight , under the odour of the white locust clusters . The churches were lit and open ; in each there was brief service , well attended . Later , from the porch of the old hotel , there was speaking . It drew toward eleven o'clock . The moon was high , the women and children all housed , the oldest men , spent with the strain of the day , also gone to their homes , or their friends ' homes . The Volunteers and a faithful few were left . They could not sleep ; if war was going to be always as exciting as this , how did soldiers ever sleep ?