About two o'clock
At last the printer 's devil , his short sleeves rolled up , brought in a couple of pages . Mike read , following the lines with his pen , correcting the literals , and he cursed when the `` devil '' told him that ten more lines of copy were wanting to complete page nine . What should he write ? About two o'clock , holding her ball-skirts out of the dirt , a lady entered . `` How do you do , Emily ? '' said Mike . `` Just fancy seeing you here , and at this hour ! ''