midnight
`` Right , '' said Fraisier . `` You will have a light , will you not . A candle will do . '' At midnight poor Schmucke sat in his easy-chair , watching with a breaking heart that shrinking of the features that comes with death ; Pons looked so worn out with the day 's exertions , that death seemed very near . Presently Pons spoke . `` I have just enough strength , I think , to last till to-morrow night , '' he said philosophically . `` To-morrow night the death agony will begin ; poor Schmucke !