midnight
I 'll be gone only an hour . Can you do without me that long ? '' `` Yes , go ; and do n't let him have you for less than fifty dollars a week . '' Shortly after midnight the dramatic editor of that newspaper Miss Jones daily lent to Mrs. Mogley , having sent up the last page of his notice of the new play at Palmer 's , was confronted by the office-boy ushering to the side of his desk a tall , spare , smooth-faced man with a sober countenance , an ill-concealed manner of being somewhat over-awed by his surroundings , and a coat frayed at the edges . `` I 'm Mr. Thomas Mogley , '' said this apparition . `` Ah ! Have a cigarette , Mr. Mogley ? ''