midnight
And Ethel drew a sudden breath , as from close behind her the soft voice of the darky porter drawled : `` Yes 'm -- yes 'm -- dis is New York . We 's comin ' right into de station now . '' `` Well , Ethel my love , we 're here at last ! ... It must be after midnight . I wonder when I 'll get to sleep ? ... Not that I care especially . What a quaint habit sleeping is . ''