midnight
Angelo was as good as his word . He came attended by an escort of honor composed of several hundred of the best citizens , all of the Angelo party ; and when the immersion was finished they escorted him back home and would even have carried him on their shoulders , but that people might think they were carrying Luigi . Far into the night the citizens continued to discuss and wonder over the strangely mated pair of incidents that had distinguished and exalted the past twenty-four hours above any other twenty-four in the history of their town for picturesqueness and splendid interest ; and long before the lights were out and burghers asleep it had been decided on all hands that in capturing these twins Dawson 's Landing had drawn a prize in the great lottery of municipal fortune . At midnight Angelo was sleeping peacefully . His immersion had not harmed him , it had merely made him wholesomely drowsy , and he had been dead asleep many hours now . It had made Luigi drowsy , too , but he had got only brief naps , on account of his having to take the medicine every three-quarters of an hour-and Aunt Betsy Hale was there to see that he did it . When he complained and resisted , she was quietly firm with him , and said in a low voice : `` No-no , that wo n't do ; you must n't talk , and you must n't retch and gag that way , either -- you 'll wake up your poor brother . ''