eight o'clock
At the last place , however , there was a bartender who knew him and liked him , and let him doze at one of the tables until the boss came back ; and also , as he was going out , the man gave him a tip -- on the next block there was a religious revival of some sort , with preaching and singing , and hundreds of hoboes would go there for the shelter and warmth . Jurgis went straightway , and saw a sign hung out , saying that the door would open at seven-thirty ; then he walked , or half ran , a block , and hid awhile in a doorway and then ran again , and so on until the hour . At the end he was all but frozen , and fought his way in with the rest of the throng -LRB- at the risk of having his arm broken again -RRB- , and got close to the big stove . By eight o'clock the place was so crowded that the speakers ought to have been flattered ; the aisles were filled halfway up , and at the door men were packed tight enough to walk upon . There were three elderly gentlemen in black upon the platform , and a young lady who played the piano in front . First they sang a hymn , and then one of the three , a tall , smooth-shaven man , very thin , and wearing black spectacles , began an address . Jurgis heard smatterings of it , for the reason that terror kept him awake -- he knew that he snored abominably , and to have been put out just then would have been like a sentence of death to him .