midnight
`` Your Highness mocks me ! Wit ! -- high place ! With this mis-shapen body tackled to a world of wit -- a place as high as any of those turrets that cut the midnight air , still should I be a thing for men to scorn ! Your Highness bitterly mocks me ! '' `` I mock no one ; it is ill Christian sport . But at your own pleasure -- within the space of fifteen minutes you may go forth from this our house , conduct a chosen few to the Gull 's Nest Crag -- point out its ways -- give us the necessary information as to the other smuggling stations -- telegraph the Fire-fly into smooth water , and the next sun will rise on a rich , ay , and a well-favoured gentleman ! ''