four o'clock
`` Do n't interrupt me now ! Well , I went on down the street . The members of the Stock Exchange were coming out of ` the house , ' and making up little groups on the pavement . They do business inside , you know , until closing time -- this day it happened to be four o'clock -- and then they come out and deal in the street with one another , with the kerb-stone mob , who are not allowed inside , standing round to watch the thing . I came along into the thick of these fellows ; they were yelling out all sorts of things -- ` East Rands , ' ` Oroyas , ' ` Lake View Centrals , ' and what not , but these went in one ear and out the other . If there ever was a man with no stomach for the market it was me . But then someone roared out : `` ` At seven-eighths , sell Rubber Consols !