nine o'clock
I do n't intend to worry . _ La donna é automobile ! _ I have n't properly described our start , or told you about the things I 've seen _ en route _ , and I promised to tell you everything ; so I 'll go back to the beginning of the trip . There was Apollo , throbbing with joy of life in front of the hotel door , at nine o'clock of a perfect English morning . There were statuesque , Ritzy footmen , gazing admiringly at the big golden-yellow car -LRB- that was one of the reasons I thought she should be named after the Sun God , she is so golden -RRB- . There was Charu Chunder Bose , alias Young Nick , who would think it a sin against all his gods to dress as a chauffeur , and who continues to garb himself as a self-respecting Bengali -- Young Nick , with his sleepy eyes , and his Buddha-when-young smile , about as appropriate on a motor-car as a baby crocodile . There was Sir Lionel waiting to tuck us in .