midnight
`` My friend , '' she murmured tremulously , `` did n't I tell you I would not permit you to build the N.C.O. ? '' He bowed his head in rage and shame at his defeat . Buck Ogilvy took him by the arm . `` `` Tis midnight 's holy hour , ' '' he quoted , `` ` and silence now is brooding like a gentle spirit o'er a still and pulseless world . ' Bryce , old chap , this is one of those occasions where silence is golden . Speak not . I 'll do it for you .