eleven o'clock
Are n't we _ fortunate _ ! '' cried Mr. May , perking up the moment they were in the street . But this cheerfulness and brisk perkiness was a great strain on him . He missed his eleven o'clock whiskey terribly -- terribly -- his pick-me-up ! And he dare n't confess it to James , who , he knew , was T-T . So he dragged his weary and hollow way up to Woodhouse , and sank with a long `` Oh ! '' of nervous exhaustion in the private bar of the Moon and Stars .