midnight
`` Law , miss , '' said I , `` what shall I do ? My master will never forgive me ; and I have n't a single sixpence to pay a coach . '' Miss Betsy was just going to call one when I said that ; but the coachman would n't have it at that price , he said , and I knew very well that SHE had n't four or five shillings to pay for a wehicle . So , in the midst of that tarin rain , at midnight , we had to walk four miles , from Westminster Bridge to Pentonwille ; and what was wuss , I DID N'T HAPPEN TO KNOW THE WAY . A very nice walk it was , and no mistake . At about half-past two , we got safe to John Street . My master was at the garden gate .