morning, ten o'clock
`` So , then , I am paying fifteen dollars for a fiddle which it is a genu-ine Amati , '' he said , `` and that brother of mine which he ai n't got no more sense as a lunatic lets it go for a song already . '' `` Well , I could n't stop to talk to you now , Louis , '' Emil said . `` I must got to get on the job . I am going to be to-morrow morning , ten o'clock , at this here Potash & Perlmutter 's , and if you want to you could meet me there with old man Hubai . '' `` Old man Hubai ! '' Louis cried . `` What 's he got to do with it ? ''