Midnight exactly
And we galloped up the knoll toward the house , which was as dark and silent as the grave . Dismounting and concealing our horses in the bushes , we opened the door . Mohun again had recourse to his match-case , and lit the candle left by Nighthawk on an old pine table , and glanced at his watch . `` Midnight exactly ! '' he said ; `` we have made a good ride of it , Surry . '' `` Yes ; and now that I have piloted you safely , Mohun , I will discreetly retire . '' `` Why not remain , if you think it will amuse you , my dear friend ? ''