midnight
`` I wish ze piper vould play , '' whispered the Baron . `` Mebbe he 'll begin nearer the time , '' his companion suggested . The Baron shivered . For the first time he had been persuaded to wear the full panoply of a Highland chief , and though he had exhibited himself to the ladies with much pride , and even in the course of dinner had promised Eva Gallosh that he would never again don anything less romantic , he now began to think that a travelling-rug of the Tulliwuddle tartan would prove a useful addition to the outfit on the occasion of a midnight vigil . Also the stern prohibition against talking aloud -LRB- corroborated by the piper with many guttural warnings -RRB- grew more and more irksome as the night advanced . `` It 's an awesome place , '' whispered Mr. Gallosh . `` I hardly thought it would have been as lonesome-like . ''