nine o’clock
It was long before Lionel could sleep . What with the strange house and the strange master , what with the magic flute and the musician 's admonitory caution , what with tender and regretful reminiscences of Sophy , his brain had enough to work on . When he slept at last , his slumber was deep and heavy , and he did not wake till gently shaken by the well-bred arm of Mr. Mills . `` I humbly beg pardon : nine o'clock , sir , and the breakfast-bell going to ring . '' Lionel 's toilet was soon hurried over ; Mr. Darrell and Fairthorn were talking together as he entered the breakfast-room , -- the same room as that in which they had dined . `` Good morning , Lionel , '' said the host . `` No leave-taking to-day , as you threatened .