twelve o'clock
There ai n't anybody to send , -- nor care . '' She walked about in a grim scorn of everything : the world , the way it was made , and herself for trusting it . When she had made a cup of tea and broken bread , the warmth came back to her chilled heart , and suddenly her scorn turned against herself . `` I said I 'd wait till twelve o'clock to-night , '' she owned . `` I 'm the one that 's petered out . This is the last word I speak till arter twelve . '' She fortified herself with stronger tea , and sat grimly down to knit .