half past ten
He carried his sword in one hand , and his spy-glass in the other , and at every fog he swore so hard that he seemed to turn it yellow . With his heart worn almost into holes , as an overmangled quilt is , by burdensome roll of perpetual lies , he condemned , with a round mouth , smugglers , cutters , the coast-guard and the coast itself , the weather , and , with a deeper depth of condemnation , the farmers , landladies , and fishermen . For all of these verily seemed to be in league to play him the game which school-boys play with a gentle-faced new-comer -- the game of `` send the fool further . '' John Gristhorp , of the `` Ship Inn , '' at Filey , had turned out his visitors , barred his door , and was counting his money by the fireside , with his wife grumbling at him for such late hours as half past ten of the clock in the bar , that night when the poor bilander ended her long career as aforesaid . Then a thundering knock at the door just fastened made him upset a little pyramid of pence , and catch up the iron candlestick . `` None of your roistering here ! '' cried the lady .