eleven o'clock in the morning
An empty teacup stood on the table by John Craik 's elbow . `` Name of God ! '' Cipriani de Lloseta had ejaculated when he saw it . `` At eleven o'clock in the morning ! '' `` Must stir the brain up , '' was the reply . `` I would not do it with a teaspoon , '' De Lloseta had answered , and then he sat down to correct the proof of Eve 's fourth article on `` Spain and Spanish Life . '' They had been sitting thus together for half an hour in friendly silence , only broken by an occasional high-class Spanish anathema hurled at the head of the printer .