twelve o’clock
` That mayor 's decidedly drunk , ' soliloquised Mr. Trott , throwing himself back in his chair , in an attitude of reflection . ` He is a much cleverer fellow than I thought him , that young nobleman -- he carries it off uncommonly well , ' thought Overton , as he went his way to the bar , there to complete his arrangements . This was soon done . Every word of the story was implicitly believed , and the one-eyed boots was immediately instructed to repair to number nineteen , to act as custodian of the person of the supposed lunatic until half-past twelve o'clock . In pursuance of this direction , that somewhat eccentric gentleman armed himself with a walking-stick of gigantic dimensions , and repaired , with his usual equanimity of manner , to Mr. Trott 's apartment , which he entered without any ceremony , and mounted guard in , by quietly depositing himself on a chair near the door , where he proceeded to beguile the time by whistling a popular air with great apparent satisfaction . ` What do you want here , you scoundrel ? ' exclaimed Mr. Alexander Trott , with a proper appearance of indignation at his detention .