ten o’clock at night
`` If I am guilty , '' said the Earl , `` may this bread choke me when I eat it ! '' Then he put the bread into his mouth and swallowed it , and it choked him , and he died . After you pass Old Windsor , the river is somewhat uninteresting , and does not become itself again until you are nearing Boveney . George and I towed up past the Home Park , which stretches along the right bank from Albert to Victoria Bridge ; and as we were passing Datchet , George asked me if I remembered our first trip up the river , and when we landed at Datchet at ten o'clock at night , and wanted to go to bed . I answered that I did remember it . It will be some time before I forget it . It was the Saturday before the August Bank Holiday .