Nine o’clock
`` Well , Olbinett , my friend , we must think of breakfast , and that pretty quickly . It is thirty-six hours since I have had anything to eat , or rather thirty-six hours that I have been asleep -- pardonable enough in a man who came all the way , without stopping , from Paris to Glasgow . What is the breakfast hour ? '' `` Nine o'clock , '' replied Olbinett , mechanically . The stranger tried to pull out his watch to see the time ; but it was not till he had rummaged through the ninth pocket that he found it . `` Ah , well , '' he said , `` it is only eight o'clock at present . Fetch me a glass of sherry and a biscuit while I am waiting , for I am actually falling through sheer inanition . ''