twelve o'clock
` I 'll take him into my room ; I 'll sit up with him in my arms all night ! ' '' `` And did so ? '' `` Yes . At twelve o'clock , Miss Lorne , Miss Comstock , and I went in to say good-night to him . He was sitting in a deep chair with the boy fast asleep in his arms -- sitting and looking all about him with the dumb agony of a trapped mouse . I 'll never forget how he clutched the boy to him nor the cry he gave when the door opened to admit us , the sob of relief when he saw it was only us . His cry and his movement awoke the boy , but he dropped off to sleep again before I left , and was breathing healthily and peacefully .