twelve o'clock
After doddling over his music and boox all day , this young genlmn used to sally out of evenings , dine sumptiously at a tavern , drinkin all sorts of wine along with his friend Mr. Blewitt . He was a quiet young fellow enough at fust ; but it was Mr. B. who -LRB- for his own porpuses , no doubt , -RRB- had got him into this kind of life . Well , I need n't say that he who eats a fine dinner , and drinks too much overnight , wants a bottle of soda-water , and a gril , praps , in the morning . Such was Mr. Dawkinses case ; and reglar almost as twelve o'clock came , the waiter from `` Dix Coffy-House '' was to be seen on our stairkis , bringing up Mr. D. 's hot breakfast . No man would have thought there was anythink in such a trifling cirkumstance ; master did , though , and pounced upon it like a cock on a barlycorn . He sent me out to Mr. Morell 's in Pickledilly , for wot 's called a Strasbug-pie -- in French , a `` patty defau graw . '' He takes a card , and nails it on the outside case -LRB- patty defaw graws come generally in a round wooden box , like a drumb -RRB- ; and what do you think he writes on it ?