eleven
o'clock
The view has sufficed him . It was to let his eyes feast upon the glorious riches nature had spread before him that led him up the mountain-side , not a foolish longing to gratify her whim at any cost to himself . She looks at the flowers again , and with one tapered finger turns them over and over in her hand . `` Well , good people , '' says Sir Mark , rising to his feet , `` as it is eleven o'clock , and as the dew is falling , and as you are all plainly bent on committing suicide by means of rheumatism , neuralgia and catarrhs generally , I shall leave you and seek my virtuous couch . '' `` What 's a catarrh ? '' asks Dicky Browne , confidentially , of no one in particular . `` A cold in your nose , '' replies Roger , uncompromisingly .