midnight
He held the candle , and the girl flew up the stairs as fast as young Cheese had flown from the ghost . Her breath was panting , her bosom throbbing . Jan blew out the candle , and he and Mr. Bourne departed , merely shutting the door . Labourers ' cottages have no fear of midnight robbers . `` What do you think now ? '' asked Mr. Bourne , as they moved along . Jan looked at him . ''