midnight
I deemed it prudent to say nothing , and retired , pretty determined that were his honour Saint Patrick himself he should not keep me out of Kilgorman . But I had missed my chance . After that day my position at Knockowen became more irksome than ever , for I was taken from my work in the stables , and a new boy appointed in my place to tend the horses and accompany Miss Kit when she rode out . And I was kept all day within doors , at everybody 's beck and call , from cock-crow , when I had to light the fires , to midnight , when I had to see his honour 's clothes brushed and laid out in his dressing-room . My only liberty , if liberty it might be called , was when the boat was wanted . There my seamanship made me necessary . But since no one thought of sailing towards the lough mouth , but only across or up towards Rathmullan , there was no chance of my defying his honour 's regulations that way .