nine
o’clock
O ! English people , English people ! why can you not stay and perish of apoplexy and Yorkshire pudding at home ? By the time we had drank our coffee it was considerably past nine o'clock , and Vincent had business at the ambassador 's before ten ; we therefore parted for the night . `` What do you think of Very 's ? '' said I , as we were at the door . `` Why , '' replied Vincent , `` when I recal the astonishing heat of the place , which has almost sent me to sleep ; the exceeding number of times in which that becasse had been re-roasted , and the extortionate length of our bills , I say of Very 's , what Hamlet said of the world , ` Weary , stale , and unprofitable !