two o'clock
I am sure it was only eleven when I sat down just to read a page or two while the puddings were in the oven ! '' The truth was , the `` Wandering Jew , '' in the most exciting portion of which she happened to be , proved too much for her imagination . Her mind had taken no note of time , and two hours passed with the rapidity of a few minutes . `` I do n't exactly comprehend this , '' said my husband , as he sat down with his old friend , to dine off of broiled steak and potatoes , at half-past two o'clock . `` It 's all the fault of the ` Wandering Jew ! ' '' I replied , making an effort to drive away , with a smile , the red signs of mortification that were in my face . `` The Wandering Jew ! ''