midnight
Come on , Mrs Lenox . Thank Heaven for the dash of ould Ireland in you ; and let 's begin to enjoy ourselves ! '' From that moment the evening took a new lease of life . Two battery subalterns came over from mess , and it was close on midnight when Lenox , returning from his final duties in the verandah , found Quita standing by the mantelpiece , her cheeks flushed , her eyes radiating enjoyment . `` Thank the Lord that 's over ! '' he ejaculated fervently , flinging himself into a deep arm-chair ; and she turned on him promptly , with a visible ruffling of her feathers . `` Eldred , you 're positively inhuman .