eleven o'clock
The life of the ship , like the life of the sea , was a sodden monotony , with certain events which were part of the monotony . In the morning the little steward 's bugle called the passengers from their dreams , and half an hour later called them to their breakfast , after such as chose had been served with coffee by their bedroom-stewards . Then they went on deck , where they read , or dozed in their chairs , or walked up and down , or stood in the way of those who were walking ; or played shuffleboard and ring-toss ; or smoked , and drank whiskey and aerated waters over their cards and papers in the smoking-room ; or wrote letters in the saloon or the music-room . At eleven o'clock they spoiled their appetites for lunch with tea or bouillon to the music of a band of second-cabin stewards ; at one , a single blast of the bugle called them to lunch , where they glutted themselves to the torpor from which they afterwards drowsed in their berths or chairs . They did the same things in the afternoon that they had done in the forenoon ; and at four o'clock the deck-stewards came round with their cups and saucers , and their plates of sandwiches , again to the music of the band . There were two bugle-calls for dinner , and after dinner some went early to bed , and some sat up late and had grills and toast . At twelve the lights were put out in the saloons and the smoking-rooms .