midnight
Garvington glared until his gooseberry eyes nearly fell out of his red face . `` I 'll clear everyone to bed , that 's what I 'll do , '' he retorted , crossing the room to the middle French window of the drawing-room . `` I wish you fellows would stop your larking out there , '' he cried . `` It 's close upon midnight , and all decent people should be in bed . '' `` Since when have you joined the Methodists , Garvington ? '' asked an officer who had come over from some twelve-mile distant barracks to pass the night , and a girl behind him began to sing a hymn . Lady Agnes frowned .