midnight
`` Do you mind not talking about it ? '' said he . Tyson sat quiet for a while , except when some obscure movement overhead roused him from his philosophic calm . Towards midnight Mrs. Wilcox came to the door and spoke to him for a minute . After that he became thoughtful . `` I do n't quite like the look of it , '' said he ; `` he 's sent for Baker of Drayton -- I suppose it means that the idiot has just sense enough not to trust his own judgment . But I do n't like it . ''