midnight
`` Oh ! we are angry , are we ? '' said the beauty ; `` and pray , Madam Ursula , how come you , that are not so many years older than me , to talk about such nonsense to me , who am so many years younger , and who yet have too much sense to care about head-gears and Islington ? '' `` Well , well , young mistress , '' said the sage counsellor , rising , `` I perceive I can be of no use here ; and methinks , since you know your own matters so much better than other people do , you might dispense with disturbing folks at midnight to ask their advice . '' `` Why , now you are angry , mother , '' said Margaret , detaining her ; `` this comes of your coming out at eventide without eating your supper -- I never heard you utter a cross word after you had finished your little morsel . -- Here , Janet , a trencher and salt for Dame Ursula ; -- and what have you in that porringer , dame ? -- Filthy clammy ale , as I would live -- Let Janet fling it out of the window , or keep it for my father 's morning draught ; and she shall bring you the pottle of sack that was set ready for him -- good man , he will never find out the difference , for ale will wash down his dusty calculations quite as well as wine . ''