Nine o'clock
And it takes the deeps to make you realise the heights -- '' * * * * * Lost in one another -- in the wonder of mutual self-revealing -- they were lost , no less , to impertinent trivialities of place and time ; till the very trivial pang of hunger reminded Roy that he had been wandering for hours without food . `` Tara -- it 's a come down -- but I 'm fairly starving ! '' he cried suddenly -- and consulted his watch . `` Nine o'clock . The wretch I am ! Dad 's final remark was , ` Sure as a gun , you 'll be late for breakfast . ' And it seemed impossible .