about one o'clock
We were rather vain of our Sunday edition . It carried a colored comic supplement and a section full of special features , and we all took a more or less righteous pride in it and tried hard to make it alive and attractive . We did n't always succeed , but we tried all right . One Saturday night we put the Sunday to bed , and about one o'clock , when the last form was locked , three or four of us dropped into Tony 's place at the corner for a bite to eat and a drink . We had n't been there very long when in came the old major , and at my invitation he joined us at one of Tony 's little round tables at the back of the place . As a general thing the major did n't patronize Tony 's . I had never heard him say so -- probably he would n't have said it for fear of hurting our feelings -- but I somehow had gathered the impression that the major believed a gentleman , if he drank at all , should drink at his club .