midnight
Where was the young man ? He had lately come to town , and nobody knew where he lived , for on the return of Solomon John and Agamemnon it had been proposed to go to the house of the young man . The night was wearing on . The midnight train had come and gone . The passengers who came and went looked with wonder at Mrs. Peterkin , nodding in her turban , as she sat by the stove , on a corner of a long bench . At last the station-master had to leave , for a short rest . He felt obliged to lock up the station , but he promised to return at an early hour to release them .