nearly twelve o'clock
It was not any wonder to me that Foster , who only knew him slightly , disliked him most vigorously , but when Ward came , asking me to take my money back and showing all the best side of his nature , he gave me more to think about than I wanted . An entirely different man had appeared , acknowledging himself a gambler , and not pretending to be sorry -- for which I liked him -- but with qualities which I had never suspected . So occupied was I in wondering how I could persuade Foster to change his opinion of Ward that I forgot the day was Sunday , and that I had intended to go to morning chapel and write some letters at the Union . It was nearly twelve o'clock when Foster came into my rooms and said he had been waiting for me at Oriel until he was tired of doing nothing . He seemed to be rather angry , but soon cooled down when he saw me hurrying up to get ready , and even proposed that we should give up our walk and just lounge round the Parks . But I did not feel as if lounging would do for me , and I told him that I knew a splendid little inn about six miles off , where we could get luncheon . He did not need much persuasion , and we went down Brasenose lane and the High as if we had never lounged in our lives .