two o'clock
He knew too well that a pistol-bullet could not be the be-all and the end-all here , and there was too much manliness in him for so cowardly an escape . The burden must be borne . But how was he to bear it ? There he sat till it was two o'clock , neglecting Mr. Butterwell and his office papers , and not stirring from his seat till a messenger summoned him before the Board . The Board , as he entered the room , was not such a Board as the public may , perhaps , imagine such Boards to be . There was a round table , with a few pens lying about , and a comfortable leathern arm-chair at the side of it , farthest from the door . Sir Raffle Buffle was leaving his late colleagues , and was standing with his back to the fire-place , talking very loudly .