midnight
I see dinner is ready . Good-day , Mrs. Simcoe . Dr. Peewee , will you ask a blessing ? ' '' It was already midnight , and the two women sat before the fire . It was the moment when Abel Newt was stealing through his rooms , fastening doors and windows . Hope Wayne was pale and cold like a statue as she listened to the voice of Mrs. Simcoe , which had a wailing tone pitiful to hear . After a long silence she began again : `` What ought I to have done ?