one o'clock
Why he might be anything here ! And as if I would n't rather be a dustman in England than a -- '' `` Philip , my dear boy ! do rest -- do go to bed , '' cried his mother imploringly , coming into the room with her soft hurrying step . `` It 's going on for one o'clock . Elizabeth must n't keep you talking like this ! '' She smiled at him with uplifted finger , trying to hide from him all traces of emotion . But her son looked at her steadily .