twelve o'clock
Penny seemed disappointed at my declension into disgrace , and murmured reproachfully : `` O Rupert , my little Rupert , _ st. st. _ '' I saw that the game was up . Mr. Cæsar had inquired what I was doing ; and a survey of what I was doing showed me that , between some antecedent movements and some subsequent effects , my central procedure was a conducting of the class . So , very red but trying to be impudent , I said as much , after first turning round and making an unpleasant face at Penny . `` Conducting , sir , '' I explained , as though nothing could be more natural at twelve o'clock . `` Conducting ! '' said Mr. Cæsar . `` Well , you may be able to conduct the class , but you certainly can not conduct yourself . ''