midnight
But from the time that I got out at the little country station everything is extraordinarily clear . I can live it again -- every instant of it . I remember so well walking down the platform and looking at the illuminated clock at the end which told me that it was half-past eleven . I remember also my wondering whether I could get home before midnight . Then I remember the big motor , with its glaring head-lights and glitter of polished brass , waiting for me outside . It was my new thirty-horse - power Robur , which had only been delivered that day . I remember also asking Perkins , my chauffeur , how she had gone , and his saying that he thought she was excellent .