about midnight
`` But , my Lord , the captain of the gate may decline to allow you to pass . '' The Prince smiled , and rejoined , with a thought of the bags in the gurglet thrown carelessly down by him : `` Up with the anchor . '' The sailor 's surmise was groundless . Disembarking about midnight , he whispered his name to the captain at the gate of Blacherne , and , leaving a soldan in the official palm , was admitted without examination . On the street there was nothing curious in an old man carrying a mantle under his arm , followed by a porter with a half-filled gurglet on his shoulder . Finally , the adventure safely accomplished , the Prince of India was home again , and in excellent humor . One doubt assailed him -- one only .