midnight
Her hands burn , and she is ever athirst . 'T is an ill rheum , methinks . '' `` Ay , she has caught a bad cold , '' said Margaret . `` Rose , I 'll tell you what -- we 'll come a bit afore midnight , and see if we can not help you . My master knows a deal touching herbs ; he 's well-nigh as good as any apothecary , though I say it , and he 'll compound an herb drink that shall do her good , with God 's blessing , while I help you in the house . What say you ? Have I well said ? ''