nine o'clock
`` What -- what does it all mean ? '' gasped Dalrymple . `` I -- I never was intoxicated in my life , Lawrence Summerson ; you ought to know that ! I played euchre last night , up in the card-room , from nine o'clock till twelve , with Ogden and Folsom and yourself . If there 's any practical joke being got up against me , for God 's sake -- '' `` Wait a minute , please , '' said Summerson . He went back into the coat-room , disarrayed himself of his street wraps , and finally joined Dalrymple . His first words , low and grave , ran thus : `` Can it be possible you do n't recollect that our game of euchre was played the night before last and not last night ? ''