about eleven o'clock
Having come to a tavern in Drury Lane , we were regaled very pleasantly ; Mr Jermyn , who -LRB- although a small man , and not in my opinion well-shaped -RRB- might be seen to hold himself in good esteem , recounting to us his adventures in love and his exploits on the field of honour . Meanwhile , Lord Carford treated me with distinguished courtesy , and I was at a loss to understand his changed humour until it appeared that Darrell had acquainted him with my resolution to surrender the commission that the King had bestowed on me . As we grew more free with one another , his lordship referred plainly to the matter , declaring that my conduct showed the nicest honour , and praying me to allow his own surgeon to visit me every day until my wound should be fully cured . His marked politeness , and the friendliness of the others , put me in better humour than I had been since the discovery of the evening before , and when our meal was ended , about eleven o'clock , I was well-nigh reconciled to life again . Yet it was not long before Carford and I were again good enemies , and crossed swords with no less zest , although on a different field . I had been advised by Darrell to return at once to my inn , and there rest quietly until evening , leaving my journey to Whitehall for the next day , lest too much exertion should induce a fever in me ; and in obedience to his counsel I began to walk gently along Drury Lane on my way back to Covent Garden . My Lord Carford and Mr Jermyn had gone off to a cock-fight , where the King was to be , while Darrell had to wait upon the Secretary at his offices ; therefore I was alone , and , going easily , found fully enough to occupy my attention in the business and incredible stir of the town .