midnight
What have you to do with journalistic adulteries ? Only wait : you sha n't complain that the sequel is commonplace , and perhaps , one day , when you read in the papers the sequel to the sequel , you will remember and be entertained . He caught us red-handed , you see . It was one evening when we had n't expected him home until after midnight , and at ten o'clock the door opened and he stood suddenly in the room . Squalid enough , is n't it ? To this day I do n't know whether he had laid a trap for us , or whether he was as surprised as we were . He stood there stock still , and I sprang up and stood too , and we glared across at one another .