twelve o'clock
`` Is he a good sailor ? '' `` Better than I , Eccellenza . '' Beatrice looked at the figure before her and smiled graciously . `` Send him to us at twelve o'clock , '' she said . `` The Marchesa di Mola -- do not forget . '' `` Yes , Eccellenza . '' Ruggiero bowed respectfully , while Beatrice nodded again and passed on .