twelve o'clock
Arthur and Quincey came home with me , and we tried to cheer each other on the way . We had left the child in safety , and were tired ; so we all slept with more or less reality of sleep . * * * * * _ 29 September , night . _ -- A little before twelve o'clock we three -- Arthur , Quincey Morris , and myself -- called for the Professor . It was odd to notice that by common consent we had all put on black clothes . Of course , Arthur wore black , for he was in deep mourning , but the rest of us wore it by instinct . We got to the churchyard by half-past one , and strolled about , keeping out of official observation , so that when the gravediggers had completed their task and the sexton under the belief that every one had gone , had locked the gate , we had the place all to ourselves .