eleven o'clock
On Sunday morning he was not well ; and was so ill by the evening , and all Monday , that he had to be regularly nursed ; and when he left his bed , he was taken to Mrs Watson 's parlour , -- the comfortable , quiet place where invalid boys enjoyed themselves . Poor Holt was in very low spirits ; and Mrs Watson was so kind that he could not help telling her that he owed a shilling , and he did not know how he should ever pay it ; and that Hugh Proctor , who had been his friend till now , seemed on a sudden much more fond of Dale ; and this made it harder to be in debt to him . The wet , smeared lining of the pockets had told Mrs Watson already that there had been some improper indulgence in good things ; and when she heard what part Lamb had played towards the little boys , she thought it right to tell Mr Tooke . Mr Tooke said nothing till Holt was in the school again , which was on Thursday ; and not then till the little boys had said their lessons , at past eleven o'clock . They were drawing on their slates , and Lamb was still mumbling over his book , without getting on , when the master 's awful voice was heard , calling up before him Lamb , little Proctor , and Holt . All three started , and turned red ; so that the school concluded them guilty before it was known what they were charged with . Dale knew , -- and he alone ; and very sorry he was , for the intimacy between Hugh and him had grown very close indeed since Saturday .