Eleven o'clock
Matzai returned and stood mute inside the door , awaiting new commands . Richard pointed through the cigar-smoke to the clock -- one of those soundless , curious creatures of brass and glass and ivory which is wound but once in four hundred days , and of which the hair-hung pendulum twists and turns and does not swing . `` In an hour ! Eleven o'clock ! '' said Richard . At the risk of shaking him in general standing it should be called to your notice that Richard preceded breakfast with no strong waters . Richard would drink nothing more generous than coffee , and , speaking in the sense limited , tobacco was his only vice .