twelve o'clock
There was a touch of stubbornness in his nature that had arrayed itself against my too earnest efforts to bend him to my will . A better way occurred . I had heard it said by some one , or had read it somewhere , that no man was proof against a woman 's tears . On the present occasion I certainly felt much more like crying than laughing , and so it was no hard matter , I can honestly aver , to appear bathed in tears on my husband 's return between eleven and twelve o'clock from the theatre . I cried from vexation as much as from any other feeling . When Mr. Smith came up into the chamber where I lay , I greeted his presence with half a dozen running sobs , which he answered by whistling the `` Craccovienne ! '' I continued to sob , and he continued to whistle for the next ten minutes .