twelve o’clock
He walked slowly home to the hotel , smoking a cigarette , and thinking deeply . When he arrived at the ` Wattle Tree ' he saw a light still burning in the bar , and , on knocking at the door , was admitted by Miss Twexby , who had been making up accounts , and whose virgin head was adorned with curl-papers . ` My ! ' said this damsel , when she saw him , ` you are a nice young man coming home at this hour -- twelve o'clock . See ? ' and , as a proof of her assertion , she pointed to the clock . ` Were you waiting up for me , dear ? '