midnight
But this was the most dangerous answer he could have returned ; for Mr. Grant , followed by uncle Obed and Mr. Presby , hastened up stairs to ascertain the nature of his illness . `` What ails you , Richard ? '' demanded his father , in the tones of sympathy and kindness . `` Nothing particular ; only I do n't feel just right , '' replied the young midnight marauder , terribly alarmed as he thought of the probable consequences of this visitation . `` Well , open the door , and let me see what I can do for you , '' added his father . `` I do n't want any thing done . I shall be well enough in the morning . ''