ten o’clock
Never , never more ! I got down to Yarmouth in the evening , and went to the inn . I knew that Peggotty 's spare room -- my room -- was likely to have occupation enough in a little while , if that great Visitor , before whose presence all the living must give place , were not already in the house ; so I betook myself to the inn , and dined there , and engaged my bed . It was ten o'clock when I went out . Many of the shops were shut , and the town was dull . When I came to Omer and Joram 's , I found the shutters up , but the shop door standing open . As I could obtain a perspective view of Mr. Omer inside , smoking his pipe by the parlour door , I entered , and asked him how he was .