about eleven o'clock
He had reason to believe that Sir Adam had been in worse scrapes than this when he had been a young man , and somehow or other nobody had ever thought the worse of him . He was sure to be in his room at that hour , writing letters . Brook knocked and went in . It was about eleven o'clock . Sir Adam , gaunt and grey , and clad in a cashmere dressing-jacket , was extended upon all the chairs which the little cell-like room contained , close by the open window . He had a very thick cigarette between his lips , and a half-emptied glass of brandy and soda stood on the corner of a table at his elbow . He had not failed to drink one brandy and soda every morning at eleven o'clock for at least a quarter of a century .