10 o'clock
The twenty innocent lambs whom , in the last chapter , we left sweetly folded in slumber had barely had time to arise and comb their hair when the advance-guard of the hungry tyrant appeared in their midst . This was no other than a truck-load of trunks , portmanteaux , bags and hat-boxes sent up from the station , the owners of which , so the alarming rumour spread , were on the road . It was an agitated meal our heroes partook of with the spectacle of that truck before their eyes , and many an anxious ear was pricked for the first sound of the approaching horde . But the horde , being aware that nothing was expected of it till mid-day , by no means saw the fun of surrendering its liberty at 10 o'clock , and went down to bathe in the harbour on the way up , so that the fate which impended was kept for two good hours in suspense . Meanwhile , the interview with the Doctor was accomplished . It was not very alarming . Your new boy would sooner face twenty doctors than one hero of the middle Fifth .