eleven o'clock
Poor Richard ventured the proposition that `` our neighbors ' eyes '' are the costliest things in life , but Bonhomme Richard may have been a little off the mark just there . Other people 's opinions about my garments are of small consequence except in so far as they affect my own conceit of them . Charley Millard issued from his room at half-past six content with himself , and , what was of much more importance to the peace of his soul , content with his clothes . At eleven o'clock Millard is in his room again . The broadcloth Prince Albert lies in an ignominious heap in the corner of the sofa . The satin cravat is against the looking-glass on the dressing-case , just as Charley has thrown it down . Nothing has happened to the coat or the cravat ; both are as immaculate as at their sallying forth .