midnight
There all was light and comfort . Sir Wilfrid 's valet , much the same age as himself , hovered round his master , brought him his smoking-coat , offered Delafield cigars , and provided Sir Wilfrid , strange to say , with a large cup of tea . `` I follow Mr. Gladstone , '' said Sir Wilfrid , with a sigh of luxury , as he sank into an easy-chair and extended a very neatly made pair of legs and feet to the blaze . `` He seems to have slept the sleep of the just -- on a cup of tea at midnight -- through the rise and fall of cabinets . So I 'm trying the receipt . '' `` Does that mean that you are hankering after politics ? '' `` Heavens !