twelve
o’clock
-- why , you 're all starts and fits . Never start , child ! so ignoramus like ! ` tis only the clock in your ear , -- twelve o'clock , hark ! -- The bell will ring now in a hurry . Then you goes in there to my lady -- stay , you 'll never be able , I dare for to say , for to open the door without me ; for I opine you are not much usen 'd to brass locks in Hirish cabins -- ca n't be expected . See here , then !