twelve o'clock
`` The father in _ Camille _ ? '' `` Well , keep off the grass , that 's all . Ta , ta . '' When Mary Zattiany returned home at twelve o'clock after a tiresome morning in Judge Trent 's office she told the butler to send her luncheon upstairs , and ascended to the seclusion of her room , delighted with the prospect of a few hours she could call her own . These hours had been increasing during the past fortnight but were no less welcome . Not a word of that dinner was known to any but those who had attended it . People do not foul their own nest unless they are ready to desert it and sometimes not then .