Noon
` Quite , ' responded Mr. Winkle . The breakfast passed off in silence , for each of the party was brooding over his , or her , own personal grievances . Mrs. Pott was regretting the loss of a beau ; Mr. Pott his rash pledge to horsewhip the _ Independent _ ; Mr. Winkle his having innocently placed himself in so awkward a situation . Noon approached , and after many adieux and promises to return , he tore himself away . ` If he ever comes back , I 'll poison him , ' thought Mr. Pott , as he turned into the little back office where he prepared his thunderbolts . ` If I ever do come back , and mix myself up with these people again , ' thought Mr. Winkle , as he wended his way to the Peacock , ` I shall deserve to be horsewhipped myself -- that 's all . ' His friends were ready , the coach was nearly so , and in half an hour they were proceeding on their journey , along the road over which Mr. Pickwick and Sam had so recently travelled , and of which , as we have already said something , we do not feel called upon to extract Mr. Snodgrass 's poetical and beautiful description .