Twenty-five minutes past twelve
O , there he is , mixing hot brandy punch for two ! Here , you , sir , go up quietly , and tell Mr. Rollins Dr. Renton wants to see him . The waiter came back presently to say Mr. Rollins would be right along . Twenty-five minutes past twelve . Oyster trade nearly over . Gaudy-curtained booths on the left all empty but two . Oyster-openers and waiters -- three of them in all -- nearly done for the night , and two of them sparring and scuffling behind a pile of oysters on the trough , with the colored print of the great prize fight between Tom Hyer and Yankee Sullivan , in a veneered frame above them on the wall .