midnight
I have been stayed and foully outraged -LRB- gliding his hand sensitively over the place affected -RRB- by mad David of Rothsay , roaring Ramorny , and the rest of them . They made me drink a firkin of Malvoisie . '' `` Thou speakest folly , man . Ramorny is sick nigh to death , as the potter carrier everywhere reports : they and he can not surely rise at midnight to do such frolics . '' `` I can not tell , '' replied Oliver ; `` but I saw the party by torchlight , and I can make bodily oath to the bonnets I made for them since last Innocents ' . They are of a quaint device , and I should know my own stitch . '' `` Well , thou mayst have had wrong , '' answered Henry .