Ten past eleven
... At any rate , it 's a quiet hotel , and one is not disturbed -- a truly delectable refuge to have a jolly good snore in ! '' The sleeper sat up : `` What 's the time exactly ? Let us have a light on it ! '' A match was struck , and a tiny flare of light shone from under the desk of the presiding judge : `` Ten past eleven ! I 've still five minutes to be lazy in -- and I shall need all of it , for I 've a rough night before me ! I can rest awhile , and think things over ! '' The speaker calmly lay down again , trying to find a comfortable position on what he christened mentally : `` The administrative peach kernels '' : `` Let me see , now ! ''