midnight
What consolation that a million such telegrams had been read and sorrowed over these last two years ! What comfort that the sun was daily blotted dim for hundreds of bright eyes ; the joy of life poured out and sopped up by the sands of desolation ! `` How long have we got , Cyril ? '' `` I 've engaged a car from the Inn , so I need n't leave till midnight . I 've packed already , to have more time . '' `` Let 's have it to ourselves , then . Let 's go off somewhere .