twelve o'clock
I would not send him away for any thing , God knows . He 's like a little child . Indeed , he 's an artist ! '' At twelve o'clock , there was a sound of yawning and coughing on the other side of the door . Zakhár again crept into the dining-room ; and the bárin heard his wheedling voice , and Albert 's gentle , beseeching voice . `` Well , how is he ? '' asked Delesof , when Zakhár came out .