about
midnight
Margaret stooped and kissed her forehead . Lady Emily threw her arms round her neck , and offered her mouth to be kissed by the maid . In another minute she was fast asleep , with Margaret seated by her side , every now and then glancing up at her from her work , with a calm face , over which brooded the mist of tears . That night , as Hugh paced up and down the floor of his study about midnight , he was awfully startled by the sudden opening of the door and the apparition of Harry in his nightshirt , pale as death , and scarcely able to articulate the words : `` The ghost ! the ghost ! '' He took the poor boy in his arms , held him fast , and comforted him . When he was a little soothed , `` Oh , Harry ! ''