ten o’clock
he exclaimed , `` PROOFS ! '' And , in hot haste , he began tearing away the pink paper , till out came the clean , folded bits of printing and the dirty and dishevelled blue foolscap , the look of which I knew so well . It is an odd feeling , that first seeing one 's self in print , and I could guess , even then , what a thrill shot through Derrick as he turned over the pages . But he would not take them into the sitting-room , no doubt dreading another diatribe against his profession ; and we solemnly played euchre , and patiently endured the Major 's withering sarcasms till ten o'clock sounded our happy release . However , to make a long story short , a month later -- that is , at the end of November -- ` Lynwood 's Heritage ' was published in three volumes with maroon cloth and gilt lettering . Derrick had distributed among his friends the publishers ' announcement of the day of publication ; and when it was out I besieged the libraries for it , always expressing surprise if I did not find it in their lists . Then began the time of reviews .