ten o’clock
But the cursed rolling of drums approached . They were marching at the head of the Riflemen on their way to camp . Now he was subjected to a medley of sounds : the Riflemen 's march , the signals , the bells and the brass bands on the steamers , until at last the whole crash and din was drowned by the throbbing of the screw . At ten o'clock he lit his spirit lamp and boiled his shaving water . His starched shirt lay on his chest of drawers , white and stiff as a board . It took him a quarter of an hour to push the studs through the button-holes . He spent half-an-hour in shaving himself .