midnight
I do n't believe they know themselves ! Whatever it was , the old lady drives five miles to Fortwilliam every Sunday , rather than go to his church , just outside her own back gates , '' Lady Knox said with a laugh like a terrier 's bark . `` I wish I 'd fought with him myself , '' she said ; `` he gives us forty minutes every Sunday . '' As I struggled into my boots the following morning , I felt that Sir Valentine 's acid confidences on cub-hunting , bestowed on me at midnight , did credit to his judgment . `` A very moderate amusement , my dear Major , '' he had said , in his dry little voice ; `` you should stick to shooting . No one expects you to shoot before daybreak . '' It was six o'clock as I crept downstairs , and found Lady Knox and Miss Sally at breakfast , with two lamps on the table , and a foggy daylight oozing in from under the half-raised blinds .