eleven p.m.
You 'll get to like it in time . '' `` Sounds pleasant , '' remarked Bindle drily ; `` still , I 'll join , '' he added with decision , `` though it 's like bein ' a night-watchman in a museum . '' The hours were awkward and the restrictions severe , but the pay was good , and Bindle had in his mind 's eye the irate form of Mrs. Bindle with her inevitable interrogation , `` Got a job ? '' `` You starts at eleven p.m. , '' proceeded the foreman , `` and you leaves off at eight next mornin ' -- if you 're lucky . If y' ai n't you gets the sack , and leaves all the same . '' At first Bindle found the work inexpressibly dreary . To be within a few yards of a fellow-creature and debarred from speaking to him was an entirely new experience .