midnight
Comin ' to the Fusiliers ' dance to-night , Galahad ? '' `` No , thanks . I 've got a fight on with the major . '' The virtuous apprentice sat up till midnight in the major 's quarters , with a stop-watch and a pair of compasses , shifting little painted lead-blocks about a four-inch map . Then he turned in and slept the sleep of innocence , which is full of healthy dreams . One peculiarity of his dreams he noticed at the beginning of his second hot weather . Two or three times a month they duplicated or ran in series .