eleven o'clock
Roma averted her eyes . `` Would n't you be pale too if a thing like this had gone off in your hands ? '' By this time the Garibaldian had hobbled up behind his wife , and when all was explained the old people announced that they were going out to see the illuminations on the Pincio . `` They begin at eleven o'clock and go on to twelve or one , Signora . Everybody in the house has gone already , or the shot would have made a fine sensation . '' `` Good-night , Tommaso ! Good-night , Francesca ! ''