midnight
Not so loud ! '' Cleek 's voice cut into the whispered undertone , a mere thread of sound , but a sound to be obeyed . `` I recognized him , too , '' interrupted Cleek . `` My friend of the midnight visit , and the plugged pillow . I 'm not likely to forget that face in a day 's march , I can promise you . And with Borkins ! Well , that was to be expected , of course .