two o'clock
Them was my very words , Mrs. Bindle , '' she added , indifferent to the mixture of metaphor . Mrs. Bindle looked at her visitor helplessly . Her face was very white ; but she realised Mrs. Stitchley 's loquacity was undammable . `` A-takin ' ` ome a young gal at two o'clock in the mornin ' , and then bein ' asked in by ` er mother -- and ` er father away at ` is work every night -- and ` er not mor 'n seventeen , and all the neighbours with their ` eads out of the windows , and ` er a-screechin ' and askin ' of ` er mother not to ` it ` er , and ` er sayin ' ` Wait 'till I get you , my gal , ' and callin ' ` im an ole villain . ' E ought to be took up . I says to Stitchley , ` Stitchley , ' I says , ` that man ought to be took up , an ' it 's only because of Lord George that ' e ai n't . ' '' `` What do you mean ? ''