nearly eleven o'clock
To-night she felt that a barrier lay between her and those years of her life that antedated her coming to her grandfather 's house by the college . It troubled her , as such mirages of memory trouble all of us ; but Ware finished his story , and amid the laughter that followed Mrs. Martin rose . `` Late hours , Sylvia , '' said Professor Kelton when they were alone . `` It 's nearly eleven o'clock and time to turn in . '' Andrew Kelton put out his hand to say good-night a moment after Sylvia had vanished . `` Sit down , Andrew , '' said Mrs. Owen . `` It 's too early to go to bed .