noon
Sir John was awakened by the noise , and turning heavily spilled the whole of a pint of port on the duke 's satin waist coat and breeches . Whereat Chartersea in a rage flung the bottle at his head with a curse , which it seems was a habit with his Grace . But the servants coming in , headed by my old friend the chamberlain , they quieted down . And it was presently agreed that the horse was to be at noon in the King 's Old Road , or Rotten Row -LRB- as it was then beginning to be called -RRB- , in Hyde Park . I shall carry to the grave the memory of the next day . I was up betimes , and over to the White Horse Cellar to see Pollux groomed , where I found a crowd about the opening into the stable court . `` The young American ! ''