midnight
I remember that once , however , it was rather lively . It was at Ernest 's , and we had some music . Will you push that log toward me ? But , never mind ; it will soon be midnight , and that is the hour when reasonable people -- '' Louise , rising and throwing her arms around my neck , interrupted me with : `` Well , I do n't want to be reasonable , I want to wipe out all your memories of chestnuts and glasses of sugar and water . '' Then pushing me into my dressing-room she locked the door . `` But , my dear , what is the matter with you ? '' said I through the keyhole .