eleven
o'clock in the morning
He held his breath and ran-sacked his brain in vain for a reply which should ignore the inner meaning of the fatal words . Something careless and jocular he wanted , combined with a voice which should be perfectly under control . Failing these things , he kept his eyes closed , and , very wide-awake indeed , feigned sleep . He slept straight away from eleven o'clock in the morning until Edward Silk came in at seven o'clock in the evening . `` I feel like a new man , '' he said , rubbing his eyes and yawning . `` I do n't see no change in your appearance , '' said the comforting youth . '' ` E 's much better , '' declared his mother .