midnight
`` A quilted under jacket wholesale , for when grandma rides out in the wheel-chair . '' `` Y-yes , grandma . '' To the saturnine , New York of its spangled nights is like a Scylla of a thousand heads , each head a menace . Glancing from his cab window one such midnight , an inarticulate expression of that fear must have crept over and sickened Mr. Herman Loeb . He reached out and placed his enveloping hand over that of his wife , `` Well , Sadie , you take good care of yourself , girl . No matter how we decide to -- to end this thing , remember you 're my wife -- yet . '' `` Yes , Herman , '' said Mrs. Loeb , through a gulp .