midnight
The Rev. Rupert Carlyon was an older , shabbier , and more careworn David ; but there was the same broad , intellectual brow , the same bright intelligence of expression , and their voices were so strangely similar that if Malcolm had closed his eyes he could not have distinguished between them ; they both spoke with the same quickness , and in the same clipping fashion . Malcolm noticed before the evening was over that David Carlyon looked unusually pale and tired , though he seemed in excellent spirits . Dinah made the same remark to his father . `` Oh , I have been giving that boy of mine a lecture , '' he said quickly ; `` he is a perfect spendthrift and prodigal with regard to the midnight oil , and burns both ends of his candle in the most reckless fashion . '' `` I should not have thought a sleepy little place like Rotherwood would have overtaxed his energies , '' observed Malcolm in rather a surprised tone . The elder man shook his head . `` There is always work enough if one looks for it .