midnight
` Yes , sir . Mrs. Widdowson is with her sister , ' ` Thank you . ' Without another word he departed . But went only a short distance , and until midnight kept Mrs. Conisbee 's door in view . The rain fell , the air was raw ; shelterless , and often shivering with fever , Widdowson walked the pavement with a constable 's regularity . He could not but remember the many nights when he thus kept watch in Walworth Road and in Rutland Street , with jealousy , then too , burning in his heart , but also with amorous ardours , never again to be revived . A little more than twelve months ago !