midnight
He drank deep that night , and through deep drinking his manner thawed -- for in his cups it was not his to be churlish to friend or foe . Anon Cynthia withdrew ; next Kenneth , who went in quest of her . Still Crispin sat on , and drank his host 's health above his breath , and his perdition under it , till in the end Gregory , who never yet had found his master at the bottle , grew numb and drowsy , and sat blinking at the tapers . Until midnight they remained at table , talking of this and that , and each understanding little of what the other said . As the last hour of night boomed out through the great hall , Gregory spoke of bed . `` Where do I lie to-night ? '' asked Crispin .