half past eleven
* * * Breakfast at Blandings Castle was an informal meal . There was food and drink in the long dining-hall for such as were energetic enough to come down and get it ; but the majority of the house party breakfasted in their rooms , Lord Emsworth , whom nothing in the world would have induced to begin the day in the company of a crowd of his relations , most of whom he disliked , setting them the example . When , therefore , Baxter , yielding to Nature after having remained awake until the early morning , fell asleep at nine o'clock , nobody came to rouse him . He did not ring his bell , so he was not disturbed ; and he slept on until half past eleven , by which time , it being Sunday morning and the house party including one bishop and several of the minor clergy , most of the occupants of the place had gone off to church . Baxter shaved and dressed hastily , for he was in state of nervous apprehension . He blamed himself for having lain in bed so long . When every minute he was away might mean the loss of the scarab , he had passed several hours in dreamy sloth .