midnight
She waited for a moment in the hall but there was no sound anywhere . She went out down the dark drive . As she passed along the lonely road she heard the gate , screaming faintly , behind her . It was after midnight when Maggie was turned out on to the long grim platform of the London station . On that other London arrival of hers the terminus had been a boiling cauldron of roar and rattle . Now everything was dead and asleep . No trains moved ; they slept , ancient monsters , chained down with dirt and fog .