the four o’clock afternoon
Whatever station in society I may attain , through the medium of the learned profession of which I am about to become an unworthy member , I shall endeavour not to disgrace , and Mrs. Micawber will be safe to adorn . Under the temporary pressure of pecuniary liabilities , contracted with a view to their immediate liquidation , but remaining unliquidated through a combination of circumstances , I have been under the necessity of assuming a garb from which my natural instincts recoil -- I allude to spectacles -- and possessing myself of a cognomen , to which I can establish no legitimate pretensions . All I have to say on that score is , that the cloud has passed from the dreary scene , and the God of Day is once more high upon the mountain tops . On Monday next , on the arrival of the four o'clock afternoon coach at Canterbury , my foot will be on my native heath -- my name , Micawber ! ' Mr. Micawber resumed his seat on the close of these remarks , and drank two glasses of punch in grave succession . He then said with much solemnity : ` One thing more I have to do , before this separation is complete , and that is to perform an act of justice . My friend Mr. Thomas Traddles has , on two several occasions , `` put his name '' , if I may use a common expression , to bills of exchange for my accommodation .