twelve o'clock
`` I have told him as much , Squire , '' Mr. Bastow said , in a depressed voice , `` and he has simply laughed in my face , and said that he was very comfortable where he was , and had no idea whatever of moving . '' `` What time does he go out in the morning ? '' John Thorndyke asked abruptly . `` He never gets up till twelve o'clock , and has his breakfast when I take my dinner . '' `` Well , I will come in tomorrow morning and have a talk with him myself . '' The next day the Squire rode up to the door of the Rectory soon after one o'clock . Mr. Bastow had just finished his meal ; his son , a young fellow of between seventeen and eighteen , was lolling in an easy chair .