eleven o'clock
He did not wake again until near the middle of the next morning . He got up , lame , stiff , and half famished , washed himself in the river , stayed his stomach with a pint or two of water , and trudged off toward Westminster , grumbling at himself for having wasted so much time . Hunger helped him to a new plan , now ; he would try to get speech with old Sir Humphrey Marlow and borrow a few marks , and -- but that was enough of a plan for the present ; it would be time enough to enlarge it when this first stage should be accomplished . Toward eleven o'clock he approached the palace ; and although a host of showy people were about him , moving in the same direction , he was not inconspicuous -- his costume took care of that . He watched these people 's faces narrowly , hoping to find a charitable one whose possessor might be willing to carry his name to the old lieutenant -- as to trying to get into the palace himself , that was simply out of the question . Presently our whipping-boy passed him , then wheeled about and scanned his figure well , saying to himself , `` An ' that is not the very vagabond his Majesty is in such a worry about , then am I an ass -- though belike I was that before . He answereth the description to a rag -- that God should make two such would be to cheapen miracles by wasteful repetition .