eleven o'clock
But Fleda would not go down , so they served her up there with great zeal and tenderness . And then she waited patiently and watched the people in the cabin , as they sat gossiping in groups or stupefying in solitude ; and thought how miserable a thing is existence where religion and refinement have not taught the mind to live in somewhat beyond and above its every-day concern . Late at night the boat arrived safe at Bridgeport . Mrs. Renney and Fleda had resolved to stay on board till morning , when the former promised to take her to the house of a sister she had living in the town ; as the cars would not leave the place till near eleven o'clock . Kest was not to be hoped for meantime in the boat , on the miserable couch which was the best the cabin could furnish ; but Fleda was so thankful to have finished the voyage in safety that she took thankfully everything else , even lying awake . It was a wild night . The wind rose soon after they reached Bridgeport , and swept furiously over the boat , rattling the tiller chains and making Fleda so nervously alive to possibilities that she got up two or three times to see if the boat were fast to her moorings .