nine o'clock
`` I shall go by the ten-o'clock train , '' I told McGreggor , as I scribbled my reply . `` I must get up at once . Ask for my breakfast to be brought up here . '' I was dressed by nine o'clock and sipping my chocolate . The daintiness of the old Dresden china equipage pleased me , forced itself upon my notice in spite of the deep preoccupation of my mind . An exquisite bunch of fresh roses lay on the tray , and a note from Antony -- only a few words -- hoping I had slept well and saying the brougham would be ready for me at half-past nine , and that he also was going to London . McGreggor had left the room .