eleven o'clock
I would leave this soul-dwarfing , cramped , smoke-hung atmosphere , and take up my abode where the air was pure , and where the sun could shine . Mrs. Moss would lose a good , quiet boarder , it is true ; but my consideration for Mrs. Moss 's feelings would not cause me to sacrifice myself . Some one else would come and take the room which had been mine for ten years , and I would soon be forgotten . The revelation which I had experienced put me in such high spirits at the glorious prospects before me that I could not think of going to bed when eleven o'clock sounded from the mantel-tree . Instead , I believe I actually chuckled , as I slipped my hand into the pocket of my dressing-gown for my tobacco-pouch , and proceeded to fill my pipe again . Method had always been the rule of my life , but that night I put it by for a space . The question paramount was -- where should I go ?