midnight
`` No , not so , Max ; it is too late for that , '' replied his sister , decidedly . `` Poor Wisi had to suffer sadly for her folly . But it is too late indeed ! '' she said , rising , almost frightened to see that it was after midnight , and that the colonel , who had been silent for some time past , was now sleeping in his arm-chair . Max was not in the least sleepy , however . All this story of poor Wisi had awakened in him such lively recollections of his childhood , that he wanted to talk about many other events and people ; but his sister was not to be persuaded . She took her bed-candle , and insisted upon going to bed .