twelve o'clock
What she wanted was a puzzle ; but nothing else would satisfy her . It might be a necklace of little pearls , but it was n't . It might be -- . Now it was twelve o'clock . Dear , dear , why did n't she come back ! Music , awfully faint , and a whisper , like a dress , across the floor . Her emotion changed again , to an extraordinary delight , a glow like that which filled her at the expression of her adoration for her mother , but infinitely greater .