morning about eleven o'clock
It was good that the world 's knowledge of its own geography should be extended , but the world must not be allowed to detect the authority of the usher 's voice . There are a lot of people who , like women at a remnant sale , go about the paths of literature picking up scraps which do not match , and never can be of the slightest use . It was John Craik 's business to set out his remnant counter to catch these wandering gleaners , and Eve sent him her wares by a lucky chance at the moment when he wanted them . The editor of the Commentator was sitting in his deep chair before the fire one morning about eleven o'clock , when the clerk , whose business it was to tell glib lies about his chief , brought him a card . `` Lloseta , '' said Craik aloud to himself . `` Ask him to come up . '' `` The man who ought to have written the Spanish sketches , '' he commented , when the clerk had left .