twelve o'clock
The man was sitting up , well enough , in the tap-room ; but the middle of his face was covered with streaks of plaster , and he could not bring himself to expose his wounds before his conqueror . Sir Louis began by ordering the woman to bring him _ chasse-café _ . She offered him coffee , as much as he would ; but no _ chasse _ . `` A glass of port wine , '' she said , `` at twelve o'clock , and another at three had been ordered for him . '' `` I do n't care a -- for the orders , '' said Sir Louis ; `` send me my own man . '' The man was again sent for ; but would not come . `` There 's a bottle of that stuff that I take , in that portmanteau , in the left-hand corner -- just hand it to me . ''