nine o’clock
Mainland 's scout called him at half-past seven with the invariable question , `` Do you breakfast out , sir ? '' If a man were in the condemned cell , his scout -LRB- if in attendance -RRB- would probably arouse him on the morning of his execution with , `` Do you breakfast out , sir ? '' `` No , '' said Maitland , in reply to the changeless inquiry ; `` in common room as usual . Pack my bag , I am going down by the nine o'clock train . '' Then he rose and tried to dress ; but his head ached more than ever , his legs seemed to belong to someone else , and to be no subject of just complacency to their owner . He reeled as he strove to cross the room , then he struggled back into bed , where , feeling alternately hot and cold , he covered himself with his ulster , in addition to his blankets . Anywhere but in college , Maitland would , of course , have rung the bell and called his servant ; but in our conservative universities , and especially in so reverend a pile as St. Gatiens , there was , naturally , no bell to ring .