midnight
The landlady was fussing about , twitching her apron between nervous fingers . `` Mrs. Drayton , '' said Hugh , `` you will go in this fly to the Convent of St. Margaret , Westminster . There you will ask for Mrs. Ritson , the lady who was here on Friday night . You will tell her that you have her luggage with you , and that she is to go with you to St. Pancras Station to meet her husband , and return to Cumberland by the midnight train . You understand ? '' `` I ca n't say as I do , sir , asking pardon , sir . If so be as the lady axes why her husband did n't come for her hisself -- what then ? ''