midnight
`` No , it aint , nyther ! Miss Hannah ! My goodness , gracious me alibe , is all de worl ' gone ravin ' , starin ' , ` stracted mad to-night ? What de debil fotch you out in de storm at midnight ? '' he asked , as Hannah Worth threw off her shawl and stood in their midst . `` Oh , Jovial ! I am looking for poor Nora !