midnight
yes , '' said the listener , in a deep , low voice that sounded very strange , and as if the speaker could hardly trust himself to speak . Then they lay together in the darkness and silence for a time , till Abel Wray made an effort and said in his harsh , husky voice : `` There , that 's all . Makes a fellow feel soft . Think it 's midnight yet ? '' `` No , no , '' was whispered . `` I 'll strike a match and see . '' `` No .