nine o'clock
I would n't be master , always to have six boys a weighing on my mind , for all the wealth of the Ingies . -- Mr. Fairlegh , I say ! '' `` There , do n't make such a row , '' replied I , jumping ~ 95 ~ ~ out of bed and making a dash at my clothes ; `` is it late ? '' `` Jest nine o'clock , sir ; master and Mr. Cumberland 's been gone these two hours . Shocking affair that , sir ; it always gives me quite a turn when any of our gents is expelled : it 's like being thrown out of place at a minute 's warning , as I said to cook only this morning . ` Cook , ' says I , ` life 's a curious thing , ' there 's -- '' `` The breakfast bell ringing , by all that 's unlucky , '' exclaimed I ; and downstairs I ran , with one arm in , and one out of my jacket , leaving Thomas to conclude his speculations on the mutability of human affairs as he best might , solus . `` How are we going to kill time to-day ? ''