twelve o'clock
In the next minute she was in the street , bending her steps she knew not whither , in search of her husband . Almost involuntarily , Mrs. Marshall took her way towards that portion of the city where she had , on the night previous , unexpectedly found him . It was not longer before she paused by the door at the same drinking-house from which her husband had been thrust , when he fell , almost lifeless , at her feet . Although it was past twelve o'clock , the sound of many voices came from within , mingled with wild excitement , and boisterous mirth . Now came a severe trial for her shrinking , sensitive feelings . How could she , a woman , and alone , enter such a place , at such an hour , on such an errand ? The thought caused a sensation of faintness to pass over her , and she leaned for a moment against the side of the door to keep from falling .