twelve o'clock
`` Believe me , Captain Furness , you wo n't find the wild Irish , now you are fairly among them , such dreadful creatures as they have been described to you . Well , Norah , '' he continued , as a girl some sixteen years of age bounded down the steps to meet him , `` how goes it with you this morning ? '' `` As well as could be expected , father , considering that you kept us awake half the night with your songs and choruses . None of the others are down yet , and it 's past twelve o'clock . It 's downright shameful . '' `` Norah , I 'm surprised at you , '' Mr. Blake said , laughing . `` What will Captain Furness think of Irish girls when he hears you speaking so disrespectfully to your father .