two o'clock
He was beginning to be heartily sick of the bill-discounter . His intimacy with the lord had not yet commenced , nor had he experienced any of the delights which he had expected to accrue to him from the higher tone of extravagance in which he entered when he made Mr. M'Ruen 's acquaintance . And then the horrid fatal waste of time which he incurred in pursuit of the few pounds which he occasionally obtained , filled even his heart with a sort of despair . Morning after morning he would wait in that hated room ; and then day after day , at two o'clock , he would attend the usurer 's city haunt -- and generally all in vain . The patience of Mr. Snape was giving way , and the discipline even of the Internal Navigation felt itself outraged . And now Charley stood once more in that dingy little front parlour in which he had never yet seen a fire , and once more Mr. Jabesh M'Ruen shuffled into the room in his big cravat and dirty loose slippers . ` How d'ye do , Mr. Tudor , how d'ye do ?