ten o’clock
That it should be large was a matter of course , and pretty Miss Jennie had quite enough confidence in herself to believe she would earn every penny of it . Quite sensibly , she depended upon her skill and her industry as her ultimate recommendation to a large salary , but she was woman enough to know that an attractive appearance might be of some assistance to her in getting a hearing from the editor , even though he should prove on acquaintance to be a man of iron , which was tolerably unlikely . She glanced at the dainty little watch attached to her wristlet , and saw that it lacked a few minutes of five . She knew the editor came to his office shortly after three , and remained there until six or half-past , when he went out to dine , returning at ten o'clock , or earlier , when the serious work of arranging next day 's issue began . She had not sent a note to him , for she knew if she got a reply it would be merely a request for particulars as to the proposed interview , and she had a strong faith in the spoken word , as against that which is written . At five o'clock the editor would have read his letters , and would probably have seen most of those who were waiting for him , and Miss Baxter quite rightly conjectured that this hour would be more appropriate for a short conversation than when he was busy with his correspondence , or immersed in the hard work of the day , as he would be after ten o'clock at night . She had enough experience of the world to know that great matters often depend for their success on apparent trivialities , and the young woman had set her mind on becoming a member of the _ Daily Bugle _ staff .