midnight
How impatient you are ! And because I do n't understand an entire æstheticism in five minutes , which you and Ulick Dean have been cooking for the last three years , I am a fool , quite as stupid as Father Gordon . '' Mr. Innes laughed , and when he put his arm round her and kissed her she was happy again . The hours went lightly by as if enchanted , and it was midnight when he closed the harpsichord and they went upstairs . Neither spoke ; they were thinking of the old times which apparently had come back to them . On the landing she said -- `` We 've had a nice evening after all . Good-night , father .