11
a.m.
It was a melancholy meal . Jonah said not a word , and Berry hardly opened his mouth . There were dark rings under Jill 's grey eyes , and Daphne looked pale and tired . A communication from the Secretary of the Brooch Dog Show , enclosing a pass for the following day , and informing me that my Sealyham must arrive at the Show in the charge of not more than one attendant by 11 a.m. , did not tend to revive our drooping spirits . We had nearly finished , when , with a glance at the clock , my sister set her foot upon the bell . As the butler entered the room -- `` Send up and see if Miss Feste will breakfast upstairs , Falcon . I think -- '' `` Miss Feste has breakfasted , madam . ''