nine o'clock
Condy took off his coat and made a great show of stringing the tackle : winding the lines from the spools on to the reels , and attaching the sinkers and flies to the leaders , smoking the while , and scowling fiercely . He got the lines fearfully and wonderfully snarled , he caught the hooks in the table-cloth , he lost the almost invisible gut leaders on the floor and looped the sinkers on the lines when they should have gone on the leaders . In the end Blix had to help him out , disentangling the lines foot by foot with a patience that seemed to Condy little short of superhuman . At nine o'clock she said decisively : `` Do you know what time we must get up in the morning if we are to have breakfast and get the seven-forty train ? Quarter of six by the latest , and YOU must get up earlier than that , because you 're at the hotel and have further to go . Come here for breakfast , and -- listen -- be here by half-past six -- are you LISTENING , Condy ? -- and we 'll go down to the depot from here .