midnight
It was a night of wine , and sparkling wine , and the day at Lord 's must surely be a day of nectar . I could not help wondering whether any man had ever played in the University match with such a load upon his soul as E.M. Garland was taking to his forced slumbers ; and then whether any heavy-laden soul had ever hit upon two such brother confessors as Raffles and myself ! Council of War Raffles was humming a snatch of something too choice for me to recognise when I drew in my head from the glorious night . The folding-doors were shut , and the grandfather 's clock on one side of them made it almost midnight . Raffles would not stop his tune for me , but he pointed to the syphon and decanter , and I replenished my glass . He had a glass beside him also , which was less usual , but he did not sit down beside his glass ; he was far too fidgety for that ; even bothering about a pair of pictures which had changed places under some zealous hand in his absence , or rather two of Mr. Hollyer 's fine renderings of Watts and Burne-Jones of which I had never seen Raffles take the slightest notice before . But it seemed that they must hang where he had hung them , and for once I saw them hanging straight .