midnight
`` Yes , Mr. Buzzby ? '' `` I come down to see you , too , on purpose -- '' `` To see me ? '' Father Honoré looked his surprise ; his thoughts leaped to a possible demand on Mrs. Champney 's part for his presence at Champ-au-Haut -- she might have repented her words , changed her mind ; might be ready to help her nephew . In that case , he would wait for the midnight train . The man of Maine 's face was working painfully again ; he was struggling for control ; his feelings were deep , tender , loyal ; he was capable of any sacrifice for a friend . `` Father Honoré -- I do n't want to butt in anywhere -- into what ai n't my business , but I do want to know if you 're going to New York ? '' `` Yes , I am . ''