about eleven o'clock
Of course , poor Ena took a fancy to it in England . I do n't think she stayed at any houses , but she was at some hotel where they have it , so she did n't see why not . If you ring a bell , dozens of these helpless-looking , white-headed creatures in black and yellow simply swarm from every direction , like great insects when you 've poured hot water into their hive -- or hole . If any really nice people happen to stop in their motor for any reason at the house in the morning , say about eleven o'clock , they are offered magnums of champagne , as if out of gratitude for their coming . They hardly ever seem to do more than sip , so perhaps the black and yellow insects get the rest . There 's an English butler , and it would make your heart bleed , or else you 'd want to howl , if you saw his agonized , apologetic look whenever you , as a British person , knowing about other ways of running a house , happened to catch his elderly eye . Mr. and Mrs. Rolls get up at goodness knows what hour and have breakfast together , so does Petro -- that 's the nickname for the son .