midnight
Sanno 's prophecy that `` foreign bedstead probably is not '' proved true . A neat pile of quilts in the middle of the floor was offered as a substitute , and Percival , after a long argument , stretched himself on the soft heap and courted oblivion . But the Fates were against him . As if his thoughts were not sufficient to torment him , hundreds of mosquitos swarmed up from the stream below , and assailed him so viciously that at midnight he rose and called loudly for Sanno . With Sanno came the household , all eager to know what new excitement the foreign gentleman was creating . When the trouble was explained , elaborate preparations were set on foot to remedy it . After much discussion , hooks were driven into the corners of the ceiling , and a huge net cage , the size of the room , suspended therefrom .