midnight
And the barber , approaching Frank with his red-hot sword , made him lie on his back to be shaved . Then followed an excruciating sense of having his hair pulled and his face scraped and burnt , which made him move and murmur in his sleep ; until , a ruthless attempt being made to thrust the sword up his nostrils , he awoke . Shouts of laughter greeted him . His companions had got up at midnight , lighted a candle , and burnt a cork , with which they had been giving him an artificial mustache and whiskers . He must have been a ludicrous sight , with his countenance thus ornamented , sitting up on his bed , rubbing his eyes open , and staring about him , while Winch and Harris shrieked with mirth , and Ned Ellis flapped his arms and crowed . Frank put up his hand to his head . O grief !