nearly eleven o'clock
It was a blackguard thing to do , and Long Norton , who is as gentle a fellow as ever stepped , told him what he thought of it . One word led to another , and it ended in Norton laying his stick across the fellow 's shoulders . There was the deuce of a fuss about it , and it 's a treat to see the way in which Bellingham looks at Norton when they meet now . By Jove , Smith , it 's nearly eleven o'clock ! '' `` No hurry . Light your pipe again . '' `` Not I. I 'm supposed to be in training .