midnight
Here dissipation , futile , aimless , meaningless , was on its native heath . Here , on his own stamping ground , prowled the youthful scion of many a dissipated race -- nouveau riche and Knickerbocker alike . All that was required of anybody was money and a depthless capacity . It was in this place that Clive encountered Cecil Reeve one stormy midnight . `` You do n't come here often , do you ? '' said the latter . Clive said he did n't .