midnight
` Live and let live ' is my motto : let me alone and I 'll let you alone . You Wesleys think mightily of yourselves ; but you 're neither king nor Parlyment , and that I 'll have you learn . '' It was not a dignified exit and he knew it : by brooding over it through the afternoon his temper grew more savage . That evening he spent at the `` Turk 's Head '' and slouched home at midnight divided between contrition and bravado . Hetty was in bed , pretending sleep . Had she known it , a word from her might have mended matters . Even had he found her in tears there was enough good nature in the man to have made him relent .