twelve o'clock
There were half a dozen or so sitting about the bar , and all ears were for news of the army and all hands for our help . If we asked for more potatoes or ale , half of them rose to proclaim it . Between pipes of Virginia tobacco , and old sledge , and songs of love and daring , we had a memorable night . When we went to our room , near twelve o'clock , I told D'ri of our dear friends , who , all day , had been much in my thought . `` Wus the letter writ by her ? '' he inquired . `` Not a doubt of it . ''