ten o'clock
But who can say ? For the rest of the evening my father was left very much to his own not too comfortable reflections . He spent part of it in posting up the notes from which , as well as from his own mouth , my story is in great part taken . The good things that Yram had left with him , and his pipe , which she had told him he might smoke quite freely , occupied another part , and by ten o'clock he went to bed . While my father was thus wiling away the hours in his cell , the whole town was being illuminated in his honour , and not more than a couple of hundred yards off , at the Mayor 's banquet , he was being extolled as a superhuman being . The banquet , which was at the town hall , was indeed a very brilliant affair , but the little space that is left me forbids my saying more than that Hanky made what was considered the speech of the evening , and betrayed no sign of ill effects from the bad quarter of an hour which he had spent so recently . Not a trace was to be seen of any desire on his part to change his tone as regards Sunchildism -- as , for example , to minimize the importance of the relic , or to remind his hearers that though the chariot and horses had undoubtedly come down from the sky and carried away my father and mother , yet that the earlier stage of the ascent had been made in a balloon .