about eleven
o’clock
Young Thorpe knew his friend 's strange fancy for `` going out over night -LRB- as Mat phrased it -RRB- to catch the morning the first thing in the fields '' too well to be at all astonished at now finding himself alone . He moved away sleepily to bed , yawning out these words to himself : -- `` I shall see the old boy back again as usual to-morrow morning as soon as I wake . '' When the morning came , this anticipation proved to be fallacious . The first objects that greeted Zack 's eyes when he lazily awoke about eleven o'clock , were an arm and a letter , introduced cautiously through his partially opened bedroom door . Though by no means contemptible in regard to muscular development , this was not the hairy and herculean arm of Mat . It was only the arm of the servant of all work , who held the barbarian lodger in such salutary awe that she had never been known to venture her whole body into the forbidden region of his apartments since he had first inhabited them . Zack jumped out of bed and took the letter .