twelve
o’clock
Was he thinking of the fortunes of Abakum Thirov , or was he meditating as meditates every Russian when his thoughts once turn to the joys of an emancipated existence ? `` Ah , well ! '' he sighed , looking at his watch . `` It has now gone twelve o'clock . Why have I so forgotten myself ? There is still much to be done , yet I go shutting myself up and letting my thoughts wander ! What a fool I am ! ''