midnight
He hated every glance of her black eyes and every attitude and movement of her plump little body . More than all he hated the touch of her soft arms as they stirred against him at the tightly packed dinner-table . Therefore he avoided the dinner-table , and the drawing-room ; he avoided as far as possible the house , filled as it was with the disastrous presence . He fatigued himself with excesses of walking and cycling , in the hope that when he flung himself into his bed at midnight he would be too tired to feel . And sometimes he was . At last poor Flossie , weary of conjecture , unbent so far as to seek counsel of Miss Bishop . For Miss Bishop gave you to understand that on the subject of `` gentlemen '' there was nothing that she did not know .