ten o'clock in the morning
But Mr. -LSB- Pg 177 -RSB- Tiralla put his back firmly against the lattice door . It yielded to his strength and flew open , and in the future it was to remain so . Marianna triumphantly dragged one bottle after the other upstairs . It was not yet ten o'clock in the morning when Mr. Tiralla had finished the first bottle of Tokay . But even that did not improve his temper . By eleven o'clock the second bottle had been emptied ; but his temper was no better , his head was only heavier . It would have to be gin if he wanted to be in a good humour -- real Geneva , which looked as clear as water in the glass .