eleven o’clock
Mr. Trotter made another bow , and turned to depart , when Mr. Pickwick thrust a guinea into his hand . ` You 're a fine fellow , ' said Mr. Pickwick , ` and I admire your goodness of heart . No thanks . Remember -- eleven o'clock . ' ` There is no fear of my forgetting it , sir , ' replied Job Trotter . With these words he left the room , followed by Sam . ` I say , ' said the latter , ` not a bad notion that ` ere crying .