about nine o'clock
There are to be but a thousand delegates to the convention , and at least two thousand men have already passed through the room -- and those who do n't smoke have friends . It is well that Mr. Crewe has stuck to his conservative habit of not squeezing hands too hard . `` Is n't that Mr. Putter , who keeps a livery-stable here ? '' inquired Mr. Crewe , about nine o'clock -- our candidate having a piercing eye of his own . Mr. Putter 's coat , being brushed back , has revealed six cigars . `` Why , yes -- yes , '' says Mr. Watling . `` Is he a delegate ? ''