twelve o’clock
`` Arthur Archibald , '' put in Barbara to Madame Vine . `` I was vexed that his name could not be entirely Archibald , but that was already monopolized . Is that you , Wilson ? I do n't know what you 'll do with him , but he looks as if he would not be asleep by twelve o'clock . '' Wilson , with a fresh satisfying of her curiosity , by taking another prolonged stare from the corner of her eyes at Madame Vine , received the baby from Mr. Carlyle , and departed with him . Madame Vine rose . `` Would they excuse her ? ''