Eleven o'clock
One of the waiters told me with an air of great wisdom , that the Tribune never took up military men except to set them down with bruises . This waiter was a gifted Irishman , and a great politician . During a sweet little touch of a rebellion , or a famine -LRB- which are about the same -RRB- in his country , he had read the Tribune twice a day to his wife , Biddy Regan , who expressed herself delighted at the forked lightning style it then kept up in defense of the rights of her fifty first cousins . `` Eleven o'clock arrived , but no General Fopp came . Anxious to relieve myself of the treasure , I approached the highly perfumed and somewhat rotund clerk , whose bows were worth at least a quarter eagle , and related the story of my adventure to him . The jewels his shirt was bedazzled with seemed to brighten , while his face radiated smiles , in which it was not difficult to read that he set me down for a simpleton . He took the pocket-book into his hand , and saluting me by my military title , inquired how many banks my companion of the adventure proposed to start in Wall Street .