twelve o’clock
The letters , too , bespeak the character of the man . They are not open , fervent , eloquent epistles , breathing nothing but the language of affectionate attachment . They are covert , sly , underhanded communications , but , fortunately , far more conclusive than if couched in the most glowing language and the most poetic imagery -- letters that must be viewed with a cautious and suspicious eye -- letters that were evidently intended at the time , by Pickwick , to mislead and delude any third parties into whose hands they might fall . Let me read the first : `` Garraways , twelve o'clock . Dear Mrs. B. -- Chops and tomato sauce . Yours , _ Pickwick _ . '' Gentlemen , what does this mean ?