a quarter past seven
Never read a book , Squire , always think for yourself . `` Well , arter breakfast , it 's on hat and coat , ombrella in hand , -LRB- do n't never forget that , for the rumatiz , like the perlice , is always on the look out here , to grab hold of a feller , -RRB- and go somewhere where there is somebody , or another , and smoke , and then wash it down with a sherry-cobbler ; -LRB- the drinks ai n't good here ; they hante no variety in them nother ; no white-nose , apple-jack , stone-wall , chain-lightning , rail-road , hail-storm , ginsling-talabogus , switchel-flip , gum-ticklers , phlem-cutters , juleps , skate-iron , cast-steel , cock-tail , or nothin ' , but that heavy stupid black fat porter ;-RRB- then down to the coffee-house , see what vessels have arrived , how markets is , whether there is a chance of doin ' any thin ' in cotton or tobacco , whose broke to home , and so on . Then go to the park , and see what 's a goin ' on there ; whether those pretty critturs , the rads are a holdin ' a prime minister ` parsonally responsible , ' by shootin ' at him ; or whether there is a levee , or the Queen is ridin ' out , or what not ; take a look at the world , make a visit or two to kill time , when all at once it 's dark . Home then , smoke a cigar , dress for dinner , and arrive at a quarter past seven . `` Folks are up to the notch here when dinner is in question , that 's a fact , fat , gouty , broken-winded , and foundered as they be . It 's rap , rap , rap , for twenty minutes at the door , and in they come , one arter the other , as fast as the sarvants can carry up their names . Cuss them sarvants !