about an hour
after midnight
Sancho went along saying to himself , `` We , tortolites , barbers , animals ! I do n't like those names at all ; ` it 's in a bad wind our corn is being winnowed ; ' ` misfortune comes upon us all at once like sticks on a dog , ' and God grant it may be no worse than them that this unlucky adventure has in store for us . '' Don Quixote rode completely dazed , unable with the aid of all his wits to make out what could be the meaning of these abusive names they called them , and the only conclusion he could arrive at was that there was no good to be hoped for and much evil to be feared . And now , about an hour after midnight , they reached a castle which Don Quixote saw at once was the duke 's , where they had been but a short time before . `` God bless me ! '' said he , as he recognised the mansion , `` what does this mean ? It is all courtesy and politeness in this house ; but with the vanquished good turns into evil , and evil into worse . ''