twelve o'clock
The man was tall and thin , and the light caught the points of the short sharp beard . The scene had bitten itself into Mike 's mind , and it reappeared at intervals perfect as a print , for he sometimes envied the calm and healthfulness of honourable love . `` Great Scott ! twelve o'clock ! '' Smiling , conscious of the incongruity , he set to work , and in about three hours had finished a long letter , in which he usefully advised `` light o ' loves '' on the advantages of foreign travel . `` I wonder , '' he thought , `` how I can write in such a strain while I 'm in love with her . What beastliness !