eleven in the
morning
`` Seventeen-and-six a-week without washing -- a pound with . '' I agreed to the `` with washing '' terms , so the affable jehu hauled in what luggage I had brought , and at last I was installed at Clay 's . The only thing wanting to complete the incident was the advent of Dawn , but she was nowhere to be seen . As it was only eleven in the morning I sat in my room and waited for her and a cup of tea , but neither were forthcoming . In her own words , Mrs. Clay `` was never give to running after people an ' lickin ' their boots . '' Eventually , having grown weary of waiting for Dawn and luncheon and other things , I went out on a tour of inspection . First find was a tall dashing girl of twenty-four or thereabouts , dusting the big heavily encumbered `` parler '' into which my room opened .