eleven
o'clock
Mary had seated herself in the solid stately chair , with the whole entrenchment of tea equipage before her . They knew it signified that she was to be unmolested ; they took their places , and the Earl carved ham , and Louis cut bread , and Mary poured out tea in the most matter-of-fact manner , hazarding nothing beyond such questions as , ` May I give you an egg ? ' Then curiosity began to revive : Louis ventured , ` Where did you land ? ' and his father made answer , ` At Liverpool , yesterday , ' and how the Custom-house had detained them , and he had , therefore , brought Mary straight home , instead of stopping with her at Northwold , at eleven o'clock , to disturb Mrs. Frost . ` You would have found us up , ' said Louis . ` You were sleeping at the Terrace ? ' ` Yes , I walked here this morning . '