midnight
I dessay there 's them as 'll see you do n't want , if only you 'll speak a word . I do n't want to be disagreeable to a old lodger , but then reason _ is _ reason , ai n't it ? ' That Saturday night hunger drove him out . He stumped painfully into the busy region on the south side of London Bridge , and there , at midnight , he succeeded in begging a handful of fried potatoes from a fish-shop that was just closing . It was all he could do , after a dozen vain efforts to earn a copper . But , when he got home in the early morning , a strange thing had happened . On his table lay half a loaf of bread , a piece of butter , and some tea twisted up in paper .