3 p.m.
The fight is here , sir , in the spirit of man , and the weaker and poorer I become the nearer I am to the final effort . I am a fighter , sir , stripping himself -- presently I shall throw off the last hindrance , and if the enemy will not show himself I shall seek him out -- I shall force him to stand answer -- '' He broke off . The chain of white-hot coherency had snapped and left him peering about him vaguely , and a little anxiously , as though he were afraid someone had overheard him . `` It has been very difficult -- there were circumstances -- so many circumstances -- '' He sighed and finished on the toneless parrot-note of the street orator : `` My next meeting will be at Marble Arch , 3 p.m. , on Tuesday . Thank you for your attention , and good-night . '' He lifted his hat and bowed to left and right as though to an assembled multitude . The lamp-light threw his shadow on to the grey , wet pavements , and with the soap-box perched on his shoulders it was the shadow of a huge hunchback .