six o'clock
Death before dishonour ! Slugs in a saw-pit ! Pistols and coffee for two ! Cock Pheasant at Weybridge , six o'clock i ' the mornin ' ! ' And Jack , sinking exhausted on his saddle , again wiped the foam from his mouth . His lordship then went at Sponge again . ` Oh , you sanctified , putrified , pestilential , perpendicular , gingerbread-booted , counter-skippin ' snob , you think because I 'm a lord , and ca n't swear or use coarse language , that you may do what you like ; but I 'll let you see the contrary , ' said he , brandishing his brother to Jack 's whip .