about noon
-- The old gent '' -LRB- meaning her father -RRB- `` do n't quite seem to like it -- he , he ! '' said he , in a low tone ; then he handed her into the chaise , she dropping her veil to conceal the starting tear of mingled disappointment , and desire , and disgust , and they drove off , Titmouse kissing his hand to her as he stood upon the steps ; and , as soon as they were out of sight , he exchanged a very significant smile with Mr. Gammon . The next day , Titmouse rose about ten o'clock , almost entirely recovered from his indisposition . Accompanied by Mr. Yahoo and Mr. Fitz-Snooks , with whom he was conversing as to the course he should take with reference to Sir Harkaway -- whom , however , they advised him to treat with silent contempt , as he , Titmouse , was clearly in the wrong -- he took a stroll about noon , down the path leading to the park gates . They all three had cigars in their mouths , Titmouse walking between them , as odious-looking a little puppy , sure , as man ever saw -- puffing out his smoke slowly , and with half-closed eye , his right hand stuck into his coat-pocket , and resting on his hip . These three figures -- Heaven save the mark ! -- were the new lord of Yatton and his select friends !