eleven
o'clock
I do not believe , I can not believe , she left me in that way of her own will ; I can only guess the reason , but shall probably never really know ; but I feel that this has brought a shadow into our friendship , and that while we are as dear as ever to each other , we both feel that there is something that keeps us apart . '' Another letter spoke more particularly of Merton : `` I am sure you would like to know what I think of him now , after living under the same roof for the first time , and seeing so much of him every day . I can not say what I think of him . As a rule he is out in the garden after eleven o'clock ; and then he sends Constance away . ` You have had enough of me now , ' he says , ` and if I wish to talk , I can talk to Fan -- she is a good listener . ' This reminds me of one thing which is a continual vexation to me . He does not seem to appreciate her properly .