eleven o'clock
After a minute he said tenderly : -- `` You will tire yourself if you talk thus , after the evening 's fatigue . Mrs. Mellot will sing to us , and give us leisure to think over our lesson . '' And Sabina sang ; and then Lord Scoutbush was made to sing ; and sang his best , no doubt . So the evening slipt on , till it was past eleven o'clock , and Stangrave rose . `` And now , '' said he , `` I must go to Lady M -- 's ball ; and Marie must rest . '' As he went , he just leaned over La Cordifiamma . `` Shall I come in to-morrow morning ?