noon
His father , who was always down at eight , secretly admired his son 's aristocratic habits , while he affected to laugh at them . `` Shameful luxurious ways , these young men in the Guards . Fashionable society is rotten , sir ; rotten to the core . Never get up till noon . My boy is as bad as any of them . '' Captain Pratt propped up the paper open before him while he sipped his coffee and glanced down the columns . His travelling eye reached Hugh 's engagement .