twelve
o'clock
There was nothing to see , nothing to do , no one to talk to . Ethelwyn gaped wearily . Then her idle glance fell on the clock . Would it _ always _ be twelve o'clock that morning ? And from that it passed to the Chinese mandarin , which stood close to it . He was a little fellow , with a shining bald head and a small patch of hair on each side of it ; his face , which was broad , had no features to speak of , and yet bore an expression of feeble good-nature . Ethelwyn knew that the merest touch would set his head nodding in a helpless manner , and she suddenly felt a great longing to do it .