twelve o'clock
He did not believe in his sorrow . It was a bad dream . He did not know when she was gone . But Mr. Brand , whom Mrs. Hackit had sent for before twelve o'clock , thinking that Mr. Barton might probably need his help , now came up to him , and said , -- ` She feels no more pain now . Come , my dear sir , come with me . ' ` She is n't _ dead _ ? ' shrieked the poor desolate man , struggling to shake off Mr. Brand , who had taken him by the arm .