nine o'clock
It is impossible . D. R. `` P.S. -- You have converted Bruno , and he would die for you . As for the ` little Roman boy , ' he is in the seventh heaven over your presents , and says he must go up to Trinità de ' Monti to begin work at once . '' The office of the _ Sunrise _ at nine o'clock that night tingled with excitement . A supplement had already gone to press , and the machines in the basement were working rapidly . In the business office on the first floor people were constantly coming and going , and the footsteps on the stairs of the composing-room sounded through the walls like the irregular beat of a hammer . The door of the editor 's room was frequently swinging open , as reporters with reports , messengers with telegrams , and boys with proofs came in and laid them on the desk at which the sub-editor sat at work .