twelve o'clock
It was rather a greenish specimen , and one bite of it more than satisfied Jessie , without refreshing her in the least ; but she sat holding it in her hand , and looking at Cecil with loving eyes , too happy to mind much about her thirst and fatigue . ` Do you think Mr. Bardsley will let you come back with me ? ' she said presently . ` Not till twelve o'clock , I 'm sure ; perhaps he would then . Father did n't say I was to come , did he ? ' ` No , I was so silly I did n't wait to ask him ; he did n't know I was coming . Cecil , do you think they will be very angry with me ?