twelve o’clock
`` Goot ! '' cried the Baron . `` Ve shall go . '' Mr Bunker explained that it was the proper thing to arrive very late , and so it was not until after twelve o'clock that they left the Hôtel Mayonaise for the regions of Belgravia . The Baron , primed with a bottle of champagne , and arrayed in a costume which Mr Bunker had assured him was the very latest extreme of fashion , and which included a scarlet watered silk waistcoat , a pair of white silk socks , and a lavender tie , was in a condition of cheerfulness verging closely on hilarity . Mr Bunker , that , as he said , he might better serve as a foil to his friend 's splendour , went more inconspicuously dressed , but was likewise well charged with champagne . He too was in his happiest vein , and the vision of the Baron 's finery appeared to afford him peculiar gratification .