twelve o’clock
`` Miserable boy ! you lost fifteen hundred francs at play at your age ? '' `` Oh , uncle , uncle ! '' cried poor Oscar , plunged by these words into all the horrors of his position , and falling on his knees before his uncle , with clasped hands , `` It is twelve o'clock ! I am lost , dishonored ! Monsieur Desroches will have no pity ! He gave me the money for an important affair , in which his pride was concerned .