midnight
she sobbed . `` Please do n't , say any thing about it . Good-night . '' They shook her hand , but as they opened the door into the still moonlight midnight they heard the clear , hard voice in the parlor , and in their minds they saw the beating of the bony fingers . `` Riches have wings ! Riches have wings ! '' The happy hours of Hope Wayne 's life were the visits of Lawrence Newt .