ten o'clock
Larry 's fancy was far from bright , but he was of those unfortunates who , when obsessed by a tune , must yield to its importunity , even though it followed him to the steps of the scaffold . It is not insinuated that Larry was now , metaphorically , or otherwise , in such a case . He was , as he told himself , quite prepared to go through with the job , but , he likewise told himself , it was a rotten sort of business dressing for your wedding with not a soul , bar the servants , to say good morning to , and even they looked as sour as lemons and had n't a smile among the lot of them . Larry drank some coffee , and crumbled some toast , and brutally and wastefully broke into a poached egg , turning what had been a triumph of snow , into a yellow peril , and gave its attendant bacon to Aunt Freddy 's old Pomeranian , and found that he had finished his breakfast , and that it was no more than ten o'clock . The rain was coming down in torrents ; he could not go out , not even to the stables . What on earth was he to do from now till one o'clock ? The blooming wedding was at two .