twelve o'clock
That was a great instant of silence when every one in the room was concerned entirely with their souls and had forgotten that they so much as had bodies at all . Then Herr Lutz gathered his huge frame together , stuck his hand into his beard and cried aloud for drink . Beer was provided -- conversation was , for the next two hours , volcanic . When twelve o'clock struck in the church round the corner the meeting was broken up . Herr Lutz said to Peter , `` There is still the ` verdammte ' fog . Together we will go part of the way . '' So they went together .