midnight
`` No , sir , I did n't . '' The man lied placidly ; the master looked at him , then laughed . `` Poor old Burgess , '' he said aloud as though to himself ; `` there was n't a skinful in that bottle . Well , I ca n't get drunk , I ca n't lie here and count from six to midnight and keep my sanity , I ca n't smoke -- you rascal , where 's my cigar ? And I certainly ca n't go out anywhere because I have n't any money . '' `` You might take the air on the avenue , sir . Your clothes are in order . ''