eleven o'clock
I went to a very confidential chemist who knew nearly every man who had ever been at Oxford , and everything under the sun , and explained to him what sort of cough Owen had . He understood instantly , and said that he would send a mixture which worked miracles , but I could not get Owen off my mind at once , and when Jack Ward came in very late to see me I sat up talking to him until a most unrighteous hour , with the result that I lay in bed the next morning until I was perfectly tired of my scout coming to call me . A letter from my mother was on my table in which she said that I was on no account to allow Nina to interrupt my reading , but I had only just finished breakfast , when Mrs. Faulkner and Nina came into my rooms . Mrs. Faulkner fixed her eyes on the tea-pot and said nothing ; Nina , however , asked if everybody in Oxford breakfasted at eleven o'clock . I had not expected them , and was consequently a little flurried ; the truth is that I was not properly dressed , which handicapped my movements considerably . Decency compelled me to keep my legs under the table , until I could slip into my bedder . I was not in a condition to treat visitors who goaded at my laziness with any courage ; tact was the only thing possible .