the middle of
eleven o'clock
Not having heard from my tutor that evening , I began fondly to hope that , taking into consideration the extent of punishment consequent on such a breach of discipline , he had kindly omitted to take any further notice of the affair . Neither of us having recovered from our indisposition , we were , of course , `` staying out '' on the following day , which we had taken very good care should be Friday . Instead , then , of being instructively employed with the tasks of that dreadful day , I was comfortably seated in my room , reading `` Quentin Durward , '' when , alas ! its beautiful illusions were dissipated , and I awoke to the painful reality of vulgar life , by being summoned to Keate , now occupied in the middle of eleven o'clock school . Changing , then , my book , and putting my Horace under my arm , I enjoyed the distinction of walking `` alone in my glory , '' up the middle of the school , to Keate 's desk . `` Well , Graham , what do you want here ? '' demanded Keate , in his hurried manner .