midnight
He must have known we 'd taken his car out to bring his wife back -- he knew we would n't have touched the beastly thing for anything short of saving her life or his honour ; and yet he had flown into a passion and sworn at his chauffeur because we 'd taken it . He adored his wife and yet he behaved as if she were of no importance compared with the god he 'd made of his motor-car . All that evening , I remember , he was absorbed in the solitary problem of how he could save his god from further outrages . He settled it towards midnight by saying that he 'd buy another car that we could do what we damn-pleased with -- a car that would n't matter -- that you could take out in all weathers . `` I 'll not have that black-and-white car used as it was used this afternoon , '' he said . And after lashing himself up again he ended quite sweetly by saying , `` It 's my fault , Furny . I ought to have had two cars all along . ''