about eleven o'clock
It is enough to say that , after a long , bitter , and tedious struggle , the last day of it arrived . Bryan M'Mahon , having fully satisfied himself that his landlord had not taken a single step to promote his interests in the matter of the memorial , resolved from the beginning not to vote in his favor , and , of course , not to vote at all . On the morning of the last day , with the exception of himself alone , a single voter had not been left unpolled ; and the position of the two candidates was very peculiar , both having polled exactly the same number of votes , and both being consequently equal . Bryan , having left home early , was at breakfast about eleven o'clock , in a little recess off the bar of the head-inn , which was divided from one end of the coffee-room by a thin partition of boards , through which anything spoken in an ordinary tone of voice in that portion of the room could be distinctly heard . Our readers may judge of his surprise on hearing the following short but pithy dialogue of which he himself formed the subject matter . The speakers , with whom were assembled several of his landlord 's committee , being no other than that worthy gentleman and his agent . `` What 's to be done ? ''