Two o'clock in the afternoon
` What time are we to come to breakfast ? asked Mr. Smithson . ` Not too early , in mercy 's name . Two o'clock in the afternoon , three , four ; -- why not make it five -- combine breakfast with afternoon tea , ' exclaimed Lady Kirkbank , with a tremendous yawn . ` I never was so thoroughly fagged ; I feel as if I had been beaten with sticks , basti -- what 's its name . ' She was leaning all her weight upon Mr. Smithson , as he handed her down the steps and into the boat . Her normal weight was not a trifle , and this morning she was heavy with champagne and sleep .