midnight
But they obstinately hovered just outside his memory , and refused to come in and surrender themselves . He could not remember who they were , and his yearnings went unsatisfied up to the stars , as yearnings generally do , while his thoughts returned weary from their search and he yielded to the seductions of the soothing open-air sleep . The moon , meanwhile , rose higher and higher , drawing a silver veil over the stars . Upon the field the dews of midnight fell silently . A faint mist rose from the ground and covered the flowers in their dim seclusion under the hedgerows . The hours slipped away swiftly . `` Come on , Jimbo , boy ! ''