eleven o'clock
It was under these circumstances that Fields wrote a second time to the honorable board of directors to ask them to pay him better wages . Friday came . There was a meeting , and Fields knew that his case must now be receiving consideration . At eleven o'clock the directors emerged from their parlor , and passed by his desk in twos and threes , chatting and telling watery jokes , as most great men do . `` They look as if they had entirely forgotten me , '' said Fields to himself . Pretty soon the cashier came and placed a letter upon his counter . `` Ah ! ''