midnight
and the door 's locked ? ' ` Yes , sir . ' ` Let him rot there ! ' By this time the midnight visitor 's patience had become exhausted . A renewal of his clamour for immediate attention fell on the squire 's ear , amazing him to stupefaction at such challengeing insolence . ` Hand me my breeches , ' he called to Sewis ; ` I ca n't think brisk out of my breeches . ' Sewis held the garment ready .