Eight o'clock
She hesitated , and left the sentence unfinished . Her eyes turned slowly away from her master , and looked towards the chimney-piece . If she had been a less excellent and experienced housekeeper , Mr. Wilding might have fancied that her attention was beginning to wander at the very outset of the interview . `` Eight o'clock is my breakfast-hour , '' he resumed . `` It is one of my virtues to be never tired of broiled bacon , and it is one of my vices to be habitually suspicious of the freshness of eggs . '' Mrs. Goldstraw looked back at him , still a little divided between her master 's chimney - piece and her master . `` I take tea , '' Mr. Wilding went on ; `` and I am perhaps rather nervous and fidgety about drinking it , within a certain time after it is made .