twelve o'clock
Lance 's first impulse was , however , not to thank , but to exclaim , ` Then Poulter has not got it ? ' No , Poulter 's conscience had forbidden him to purchase ` little Underwood 's ' treasure at what he knew to be so much beneath its value ; but he had given Captain Harewood his best advice and recommendations , and by that means the violin had been taken at a London shop , still at a price beneath his estimate , but the utmost that could be expected where ready money was the point . Lance ought to have been delighted , and his native politeness made him repeat , ` Thank you ; ' but he could not quite keep down his regret -- ` Now I shall never see or hear her again . ' However , the next day , when Bernard flew upon him at twelve o'clock , asseverating that there was shade all the way , he allowed himself to be persuaded , prudently carrying with him only ten shillings , and trusting to his blue umbrella rather than to Bernard 's shade , which could hardly have been obtained by sidling against the walls . Bernard did not seem to have enjoyed much more of Stingo 's society than Lance of his violin 's -- the produce of the same bounty . He confessed that he had only ventured on taking the dog out three times in a string , and on one of these occasions he had broken loose after a cat , on another had fought with Nares 's dog , and on the third had snapped at Angela . ` You did n't take Angel into these places ! '