midnight
My ! I 've had people sit here all day and wait . The things I 've seen here , well , if they were put into a story you could n't hardly believe them . I had a poor woman come in here one morning last week with a baby in her arms , and three little children hanging round her , to wait for her husband ; and she waited till midnight , and he did n't come . I could have told her first as well as last that he was n't ever coming ; I knew it from the kind of a letter he wrote her , and that she fished up out of her pocket to show me , so as to find whether she had come to the right place to wait , or not , but I could n't bear to do it ; and I did for her and the children as well as I could , and when it came to it , about twelve , I coaxed her to go home , and come again in the morning . She did n't come back again ; I guess she began to suspect something herself . '' `` Why , do n't you suppose he ever meant to come ? ''