seven o'clock
`` I am most truly grieved , '' replied Mr. Russelton , `` at depriving you of so much amusement . With me you will only find some tolerable Lafitte , and an anomalous dish my cuisiniere calls a mutton chop . It will be curious to see what variation in the monotony of mutton she will adopt to-day . The first time I ordered `` a chop , '' I thought I had amply explained every necessary particular ; a certain portion of flesh , and a gridiron : at seven o'clock , up came a cotelette panee , faute de mieux . I swallowed the composition , drowned as it was , in a most pernicious sauce . I had one hour 's sleep , and the nightmare , in consequence . The next day , I imagined no mistake could be made : sauce was strictly prohibited ; all extra ingredients laid under a most special veto , and a natural gravy gently recommended : the cover was removed , and lo !