about seven in the evening
Woe is me ! We had to carry him up to bed ; and he stayed on until he spent a three-guinea cheque , which Mr. Landlord cashed for him . I knew no good would come of his Fleet-street games , though he used to laugh things off himself . He would come in about seven in the evening , and seat himself at his table . Then he would hiccup , `` Ca n't write politics ; no good . Give us a nice light subject . '' `` Try an article on the country at this season of the year . ''