midnight
Moll lay upon a couch asleep ; but it was a restless sleep . The voice of a town-crier resounded faintly across the park : `` Midnight ; and all is well . '' She started up and rubbed her eyes in a bewildered way . `` The midnight crier ! '' she thought ; and there was a troubled expression in her face . `` I have been asleep and the candle 's nearly out . '' She jumped to her feet and hastily lighted two or three of its more substantial mates , of which there was an abundance in the rich candelabra about the room .