midnight
He had thought he should save Scip . He worked without sleep , and the food was not clean . He lavished himself like a lover over this black boatman ; he leaned like a mother over this man who had betrayed him . But on Tuesday night , a little before midnight , Scip rose , struggling on his wretched bed , and held up his hands and cried out : `` Mr. Hope ! Mr. Hope ! I never done mean to harm ye ! '' `` You have not harmed me , '' said Zerviah , solemnly .