two o'clock
cried Jack , striking a theatrical attitude , `` you talk like a pig-sticker or a coal-baron . Your soul , Samuel , is steeped in commercialism ; you know not the color that delights men 's hearts nor the line that entrances . The lamp , my boy , is meat and drink to me , and companionship and a joy unspeakable . Your dull soul , Samuel , is clay , your meat is figures , and your drink profit and loss ; all of which reminds me , Samuel , that it is now two o'clock and that the nerves of my stomach are on a strike . Let -- me -- see '' -- and he turned his back , felt in his pocket , and counted out some bills and change -- `` Yes , Sam '' -- here his dramatic manner changed -- `` the account is still good -- we will now lunch . Not expensively , Samuel '' -- with another wave of the hand -- `` not riotously -- simply , and within our means . Come , thou slave of the desk -- eat , drink , and be merry , for to-morrow we die -- or bust , Samuel , which is very nearly the same thing ! ''