twelve o’clock
I have listened to them while my heart beat in unison with their frantic career -- all day counting the moments with fiery face , and then -- then -- something that was not passion forced me to fly from it for the salvation of my soul . I was a fool ! Why am I here , when I should be where he -- What is the hour ? Why , it is scarcely twelve o'clock ! Did I say nine in my letter ? What does it matter ? I wonder if on that wonderful night -- Gounod translated its glory into music -- Juliet kept her lover waiting for three hours . ''