ten o’clock in the morning
She was a worker , there was no doubt about that . He took up a book , and wheeled his arm-chair over to the window . But it was useless . Too dark to read ; he did n't believe in straining his eyes , and gas at ten o'clock in the morning seemed absurd . So he slipped down in the chair , leaned his elbows on the padded arms and gave himself up , for once , to idle dreaming . `` A boy ? Yes , it was bound to be a boy this time ... '' `` What 's your family , Binzer ? ''