midnight
It is a monstrous demand , I know . Say you can not agree to it . Say so at once -- it will serve me right . '' The stout watchman of the New Inn was calling midnight when Glory stole out to post her letter . It fell into the letter-box with a thud , and she crept back like a guilty thing . Next morning Mrs. Callender heard John Storm singing to himself before he left his bedroom , and she was standing at the bottom of the stairs when he came down three steps at a time . `` Bless me , laddie , '' she said , `` to see your face shining a body would say that somebody had left ye a legacy or bought ye a benefice instead of taking your church frae ye ! ''