midnight
I mean it . '' Then Cordelia was quiet , after one wild roll of her eyes at him . The colour was returning to Adrianna 's cheeks ; her mother was drinking hot tea in spasmodic gulps . `` It 's after midnight , '' she gasped , `` and I do n't believe they 'll come again to-night . Do you , David ? '' `` No , I do n't , '' said David conclusively . `` Oh , David , we must n't stay another night in this awful house . ''