about twelve o'clock
in the morning
What then did it matter how meanly she dressed ? she said to herself every day , determined not to spend that mysterious money . Then one day a great temptation -- a new thought -- assailed her , and she fell . She was passing Marshall and Snelgrove 's , about twelve o'clock in the morning , when the broad pavement is most thronged with shopping ladies and idlers of both sexes , when out of the door there came a majestic-looking elderly lady , followed by two young ladies , her daughters , all very richly dressed . Seeing Fan , the first put out her hand and advanced smilingly to her . `` My dear Miss Featherstonehaugh , '' she exclaimed , `` how strange that we should meet here ! '' `` Oh , mamma , it is _ not _ Miss Featherstonehaugh ! ''