twelve o'clock
She saw the smoke curling upwards from his pipe , and rightly deduced from this that he was not asleep . She came forward , candle in hand . `` Master Jeff , you 'll pardon me , I 'm sure . But it 's getting so late -- nigh upon twelve o'clock . You wo n't be getting anything of a night 's rest if you do n't go to bed . '' Jeff raised his head . His eyes , sombre with thought , met hers .