eleven o'clock
Presently one or two of the other boys roused themselves , and began to sit up and talk to one another in low tones . Then East , after a roll or two , came to an anchor also , and nodding to Tom , began examining his ankle . `` What a pull , '' said he , `` that it 's lie-in-bed , for I shall be as lame as a tree , I think . '' It was Sunday morning , and Sunday lectures had not yet been established ; so that nothing but breakfast intervened between bed and eleven o'clock chapel -- a gap by no means easy to fill up : in fact , though received with the correct amount of grumbling , the first lecture instituted by the Doctor shortly afterwards was a great boon to the School . It was lie-in-bed , and no one was in a hurry to get up , especially in rooms where the sixth-form boy was a good-tempered fellow , as was the case in Tom 's room , and allowed the small boys to talk and laugh and do pretty much what they pleased , so long as they did n't disturb him . His bed was a bigger one than the rest , standing in the corner by the fireplace , with a washing-stand and large basin by the side , where he lay in state with his white curtains tucked in so as to form a retiring place -- an awful subject of contemplation to Tom , who slept nearly opposite , and watched the great man rouse himself and take a book from under his pillow , and begin reading , leaning his head on his hand , and turning his back to the room . Soon , however , a noise of striving urchins arose , and muttered encouragements from the neighbouring boys of `` Go it , Tadpole ! ''