eleven o'clock
Marilla grew hopelessly sleepy , and departed , but neither of them turned to notice her as she lingered a moment at the door to say good-night . When the immediate subjects of conversation were fully discussed , however , there was an unexpected interval of silence , and , after making sure that her knitting stitches counted exactly right , Abby Hender cast a questioning glance at the Senator to see if he had it in mind to go to bed . She was reluctant to end her evening so soon , but determined to act the part of considerate hostess . The guest was as wide awake as ever : eleven o'clock was the best part of his evening . `` Cider ? '' he suggested , with an expectant smile , and Abby Hender was on her feet in a moment . When she had brought a pitcher from the pantry , he took a candle from the high shelf and led the way .