Eight o'clock
He , sitting on a stringer and twirling his whiskers , has `` views , '' I think , about Men with Sticks , _ his _ conception of the Devil and all his angels . John Thomas , bursting in with hot water for shaving and information concerning breakfast in the cabin , interrupts my rat-reverie . It is Sunday morning . `` Eight o'clock , sir . Steward say , sir , will you have breakfast with the Chief Officer ? '' `` No one else aboard ? '' `` Second Officer 's in the galley , sir . ''