twelve o'clock
`` And now , my dear , you are doing no good by sitting up here and talking to me . '' Then , with a smile , Dolly took herself off to her own chamber . Mountjoy , when he got his letter , was sitting over a late breakfast in Victoria Street . It was near twelve o'clock , and he was enjoying the delicious luxury of having his breakfast to eat , with a cigar after it , and nothing else that he need do . But the fruition of all these comforts was somewhat marred by the knowledge that he had no such dinner to expect . He must go out and look for a dinner among the eating-houses . The next morning would bring him no breakfast , and if he were to remain longer in Victoria Street he must do so in direct opposition to the owner of the establishment .