midnight
When we were alone , alone with Withero , Mary `` wet '' a pot of tea and warmed up a few farrels of fadges ! and we commenced . Little was said , but feeling ran high . It was like a midnight mass . Anna was silent , but there were tears , and as I held her in my arms and kissed them away Jamie was saying to Withero : `` Ye might take ` im fur a dandther out where ye broke whin we first met ye , Willie ! '' `` Aye , '' Willie said , `` I 'm m ' own gaffer , I will that . '' I slept at Jamie Wallace 's that night , and next morning took the `` dandther '' with Withero up the Dublin road , past `` The Mount of Temptation '' to the old stone-pile that was no longer a pile , but a hole in the side of the road .