nearly eleven o'clock
Drake joined in the discussion , and the chatter that came from this enormous man was as small as his head , which sat like a pin 's - head above his shoulders . Platt drifted from the obscene into the incomprehensible . The room was fast emptying , and the waiter loitered , waiting to be paid . `` We must be getting off , '' said Mike ; `` it is nearly eleven o'clock , and we have still the best part of the paper to read through . '' `` Do n't be in such a damned hurry , '' said Frank , authoritatively . Harding bade them good-night at the door , and the editors walked down Fleet Street . To pass up a rickety court to the printer 's , or to go through the stage-door to the stage , produced similar sensations in Mike .