midnight
She had hit so near the truth that Alexander , helpless masculine , floundered . `` N -- n -- no . I -- I -- I have n't , '' he vowed . `` Yes , you have , Alexander Brotherton , '' she replied , spiritedly ; and at midnight as they were crossing Harlem square , homeward bound , she snuggled up to him confidingly and intimated that it was about time to tell her . Alexander weakened . When a fellow is 24 and a girl is 22 and unusually pretty and winsome , his heart must be adamant to withstand that little trick of snuggling up . Alexander gasped , but with the gasp gained sense enough to see he could n't tell her about the `` great white light . ''