eleven o'clock
Up on a knoll of firs in the middle of a heath , glowing rosy in the frost , we dismounted to lunch , leaning against the warm saddles , Temple and I , and Uberly , our groom , who reminded me of a certain tramp of my acquaintance in his decided preference of beer to champagne ; he drank , though , and sparkled after his draught . No sooner were we on horseback again -- ere the flanks of the dear friendly brutes were in any way cool -- than Temple shouted enthusiastically , ` Richie , we shall do it yet ! I 've been funking , but now I 'm sure we shall do it . Janet said , `` What 's the use of my coming over to dine at Riversley if Harry Richmond and you do n't come home before ten or eleven o'clock ? '' I told her we 'd do it by dinner-time : Do n't you like Janet , Richie ? -- That is , if our horses ' hic-haec-hocks did n't get strained on this hard nominative-plural-masculine of the article road . Do n't you fancy yourself dining with the captain , Richie ?