midnight
` I suppose , ' said Rollo , with a moment 's deep look into Wych Hazel 's eyes , ` the free spirit is beyond bonds . ' ` That is it , my boy ! ' exclaimed Dr. Maryland . ` Think -- when Paul and Silas were in the dungeon at Philippi -- a dreary place , most likely ; and they , beaten and bleeding and sore , stretched and confined in the wooden frame which I suppose left them not one moment 's ease , -- at midnight it was , they fell to such singing and praising that the other prisoners waked up and listened to hear the song . ' Hazel crossed her slender wrists and sat looking at them , imagining the bonds . ` Do you think it is all _ in me ? _ ' she said , with another sudden appeal to Rollo .