eleven A.M.
I spoke out . Bravely , man ! And now , Greg , referring to the state of your cellar , our young friends here mean to float with us to-night . It is now half-past eleven A.M. Your dinner-hour the same as usual , of course ? Therefore at four P.M. the hour of execution . And come , Greg , you and I will visit the cellar . A dozen and half of light and half-a-dozen of the old family -- that will be about the number of bottles to give me my quietus , and you yours -- all of us !