ten o'clock
I tried to read the labels on a couple of the tins , but it was too dark . Vexed with myself over this new whim , and excited -- almost angry at not being able to make out what these tins held , -- I rapped twice sharply on the window and went on . Up the street I saw a policeman . I quickened my pace , went close up to him , and said , without the slightest provocation , `` It is ten o'clock . '' `` No , it 's two , '' he answered , amazed . `` No , it 's ten , '' I persisted ; `` it is ten o'clock ! '' and , groaning with anger , I stepped yet a pace or two nearer , clenched my fist , and said , `` Listen , do you know what , it 's ten o'clock ! ''