midnight
He meditated , with his legs slightly apart and his chin sunk . `` A hair 's - breadth , '' he muttered . `` Not the breadth of a hair between this and that . And at the time ... '' ``` It is difficult to see a hair at midnight , '' I put in , a little viciously I fear . Do n't you see what I mean by the solidarity of the craft ? I was aggrieved against him , as though he had cheated me -- me ! -- of a splendid opportunity to keep up the illusion of my beginnings , as though he had robbed our common life of the last spark of its glamour .