about
eleven o'clock in the morning
He had so far progressed in his ambitions as to have arrived at the dignity of a garret of his own , and he liked to pretend that soon he might be romantically fortunate enough to sit face to face with starvation . He knew , however , that it would be a starvation mitigated by supplies from three separate , well-lardered homes . A lad with a sweetheart and a sister , a mother and an aunt , all in love with him , is not likely to become an authority on starvation in its severest forms . A stern law had been passed that Henry 's daytime hours were to be as strictly respected as those of a man of business ; yet quite often , about eleven o'clock in the morning , there would come a heavenly whisper along the passage and a little knock on the door , soft as a flower tapping against a window-pane . `` Thank goodness , that 's Angel ! `` Angel , bless you ! How glad I am to see you !