twelve o’clock
The landlady raised her voice ; she began to bawl . `` I 'm a landlady , I am , and a respectable woman , I 'll have you know . I 'll have no lice in my house , sneaking their way into the furniture and eating up everything . It 's cash -- or out you go before twelve o'clock to-morrow . '' Viola felt rather than saw the woman 's gesture . She shot out her arm in a stupid helpless way , as though a dirty pigeon had suddenly flown at her face . `` Filthy old beast !