twelve o’clock
Ah ! Suzanne , child , had it not been for the watching of little Sihamba , the walker-by-moonlight , you had not been sitting there to-day , looking much as she used to look , the Suzanne of fifty years ago . The marriage was to take place at noon , and though I had much to see to , never have I known a longer morning . Why it was I can not say , but it seemed to me as though twelve o'clock would never come . Then , wherever I went there was Ralph in my way , wandering about in a senseless fashion with his best clothes on , while after him wandered Jan holding his new hat in his hand . `` In the name of Heaven , '' I cried at length as I blundered into both of them in the kitchen , `` be off out of this . Why are you here ? ''