twelve o'clock
I endeavored also immediately to occupy myself , and at the same time to comfort my despondency . I tried to fancy that in the course of the morning , at such time as might prove agreeable to him , Bartleby , of his own free accord , would emerge from his hermitage , and take up some decided line of march in the direction of the door . But no . Half-past twelve o'clock came ; Turkey began to glow in the face , overturn his inkstand , and become generally obstreperous ; Nippers abated down into quietude and courtesy ; Ginger Nut munched his noon apple ; and Bartleby remained standing at his window in one of his profoundest dead-wall reveries . Will it be credited ? Ought I to acknowledge it ? That afternoon I left the office without saying one further word to him .