midnight
I have n't anything `` deeper . '' There is n't anything `` deep '' about me . ' Was it true ? Elizabeth suddenly recalled those midnight steps on the night of Desmond 's departure . ` You know , ' he resumed , ` for you have worked with me now for six months -- you know at least what kind of a man I am . I assure you it 's at any rate no worse than that ! And if I ever annoyed you too much , why you could always keep me in order -- by the mere threat of going away !