twelve o'clock
`` Can you meet us at the Place d'Armes of Versailles to-morrow ? '' wheedled Femme Gougeon . He looked at her steadily and nodded deliberately . `` Is twelve o'clock too early ? '' He shook his head a little . `` He will assuredly do it , '' she said to her companion . The next second the beggar fell off the bench , dead drunk .