one o'clock
He was , as he told himself , quite prepared to go through with the job , but , he likewise told himself , it was a rotten sort of business dressing for your wedding with not a soul , bar the servants , to say good morning to , and even they looked as sour as lemons and had n't a smile among the lot of them . Larry drank some coffee , and crumbled some toast , and brutally and wastefully broke into a poached egg , turning what had been a triumph of snow , into a yellow peril , and gave its attendant bacon to Aunt Freddy 's old Pomeranian , and found that he had finished his breakfast , and that it was no more than ten o'clock . The rain was coming down in torrents ; he could not go out , not even to the stables . What on earth was he to do from now till one o'clock ? The blooming wedding was at two . He thought of it as some one else 's , and realised that he so thought of it , and then just tripped himself up in the middle of the further reflection that he wished it were . `` Probably getting married is always a bore , '' he said to himself , consolingly . ''