midnight
`` Oh , my head aches conf -- I mean -- abominably , '' said Angus , flushing . `` Take a hair of the dog that bit you , '' suggested Ambrose ; `` unless you think humble pie will agree with you better . I fancy Miss Drummond would rather help you to that last . '' I saw a flash in Mr Keith 's eyes , which gave me the idea that he might not be a pleasant person to meet alone in a glen at midnight , if he had no scruples as to what he did . `` You hold your tongue ! '' growled Angus . `` By all means , if you prefer it , '' said Ambrose , lightly .