seven o'clock
inquired Titmouse , holding his letter in his hand , and tapping his ebony cane pretty loudly against his legs . `` Of course it is ! What d'ye want ? '' quoth the porter , sternly , enraged at being disturbed at such an hour by such a puppy of a fellow as then stood before him -- for the bloom was off the finery of Titmouse ; and who that knew the world would call , and with such a knock , at seven o'clock with a letter ? Titmouse would have answered the fellow pretty sharply , but was afraid of endangering the success of his application : so , with considerable calmness , he replied -- `` Oh -- Then have the goodness to deliver this into his Lordship 's own hand -- it 's of great importance . '' `` Very well , '' said the porter , stiffly , not dreaming what a remarkable personage was the individual whom he was addressing , and the next instant shut the door in his face . `` Dem impudent blackguard ! ''