midnight
`` Why did you call me ? '' said he ; `` I see nothing . '' `` Nothing ! '' exclaimed Wolfe ; `` look again ; look on yon sordid and squalid huts ; look at yon court , that from this wretched street leads to abodes to which these are as palaces ; look at yon victims of vice and famine , plying beneath the midnight skies their filthy and infectious trade . Wherever you turn your eyes , what see you ? Misery , loathsomeness , sin ! Are you a man , and call you these nothing ?