eleven o'clock
He generally had an air of being fresh from his bath . His thin hair was never disarranged , and his mood seemed to be cheerfully serene . Summer heats drew plentiful perspiration from him , but no sign of languor or irritation . On Sunday mornings he stayed in bed till ten-thirty , with the _ Sydney Bulletin _ , and on the stroke of eleven o'clock he invariably entered the church at the corner of Mill Street . I used to marvel greatly at this , because he never missed his bath , and his Sunday morning appearance gave the impression that his toilet had received the most elaborate attention . He carried an ivory crutch-handled malacca walking-stick , and in church I used to think of him as closely resembling Colonel Newcome . His voice was a mellow baritone , he never missed any of the responses ; and the odour which hung about him of soap and water , cosmetic , light yellow kid gloves , and good tobacco -- he smoked a golden plug , very superior to my cheap , dark stuff -- seemed to me at that time richly suggestive of luxury , sophistication , distinction , and knowledge of affairs .