about twelve o'clock
A sombre look stole over his face ; his hand clenched itself over the paper that he held ; in spite of the luxurious warmth of the room , he gave a little shiver . Then he rose and bestirred himself ; his nature was not one that impelled him to dwell for very long upon any painful or disturbing thought . He gave his orders about the journey for the following day , then dressed and went out , remembering that he had two or three engagements for the evening . The season was nearly over , and many people had left London , but there seemed little diminution in the number of guests who were struggling up and down the wide staircase of a house at which Hugo presented himself about twelve o'clock that night , and he missed very few familiar faces amongst the crowd as he nodded greetings to his numerous acquaintances . `` Ah , Luttrell , '' said a voice at his ear , `` I was wondering if I should see you . I thought you might be off to Scotland already . '' `` Who told you I was going to Scotland ? ''