ten o'clock
Tom is encouraged by a remark or two of the guard 's between the puffs of his oily cheroot , and besides is getting tired of not talking . He is too full of his destination to talk about anything else , and so asks the guard if he knows Rugby . `` Goes through it every day of my life . Twenty minutes afore twelve down -- ten o'clock up . '' `` What sort of place is it , please ? '' says Tom . Guard looks at him with a comical expression .