midnight
BESWORTH LAWN XXXII . THE SUPPER XXXIII . DEFEAT AND FLIGHT OF MRS. CHUMP It was midnight . Mr. Pole had appeased his imagination with a chop , and was trying to revive the memory of his old after-theatre night carouses by listening to a song which Emilia sang to him , while he sipped at a smoking mixture , and beat time on the table , rejoiced that he was warm from head to foot at last . `` That 's a pretty song , my dear , '' he said . `` A very pretty song .