about midnight
I do n't see what Molly Culpepper can be thinking of . '' So they deferred the visit to the Culpeppers ' , and in due time Watts McHurdie flitted down Lincoln Avenue and felt himself wafted along Main Street as far in the clouds as a mortal may be . And though it was nearly midnight , he brought out his accordion and sat playing it , beating time with his left foot , and in his closed eyes seeing visions that by all the rights of this game of life should come only to youth . And the guests in the Thayer House next morning asked , `` Well , for heaven 's sake , who was that playing ` Silver Threads among the Gold ' along there about midnight ? -- he surely must know it by this time . '' And Adrian Brownwell , sitting on the Culpepper veranda the next night but one , said : `` Colonel , your harness-maker friend is a musical artist . The other night when I came in I heard him twanging his lute -- ` The Harp that once through Tara 's Hall ' ; you know , Colonel . ''