twelve o'clock
she said , and they went downstairs . Magdalen was right . Lucia danced with Percy , and thought no more of Maurice . The evening passed too quickly ; it seemed as if so much happiness ought to last , but twelve o'clock came , and the elder people began to disappear . Mrs. Bellairs had left the room where the dancers were for a few minutes , and Lucia found her , looking tired and worried , in a small one which was quite deserted . `` I think I ought to go home , '' she said . `` It is getting late .