midnight
How did tha ' find out about him ? Martha was in fine trouble th ' last time she came home . She said tha 'd heard him frettin ' an ' tha ' was askin ' questions an ' she did n't know what to say . '' Mary told him her story about the midnight wuthering of the wind which had wakened her and about the faint far-off sounds of the complaining voice which had led her down the dark corridors with her candle and had ended with her opening of the door of the dimly lighted room with the carven four-posted bed in the corner . When she described the small ivory-white face and the strange black-rimmed eyes Dickon shook his head . `` Them 's just like his mother 's eyes , only hers was always laughin ' , they say , '' he said . `` They say as Mr. Craven ca n't bear to see him when he 's awake an ' it 's because his eyes is so like his mother 's an ' yet looks so different in his miserable bit of a face . ''