eleven o'clock
before
It was he , the careless fellow whom Dudley had formerly admonished , who had that evening been the sober , the temperate , the taciturn one ; it was he who had watched the other , been solicitous for him , trembled for him . Max could not understand . He lay awake worrying himself about his friend , feeling Dudley 's fall more acutely than he would have felt his own , and did not fall asleep until it was nearly daylight . In these circumstances he overslept himself , and it was eleven o'clock before he found himself in the hotel coffee-room , waiting for his breakfast . He was in the act of pouring out his coffee , when his name , uttered behind him in a familiar voice , made him start . The next moment Dudley Horne stood by his side , and holding out his hand with a smile , seated himself on the chair beside him . `` I -- I -- I overslept myself this morning , '' stammered Max .