midnight
It 's `` the hair of the dog , '' Mr Lawford . ' ` Well , then , you see , ' said Herbert over a hasty mouthful , and turning again to his victim -- ` then you see , when you were just in the pink of condition to credit any idle tale you heard , then I came in . What , with the least impetus , can one NOT see by moonlight ? The howl of a dog turns the midnight into a Brocken ; the branch of a tree stoops out at you like a Beelzebub crusted with gadflies . I 'd , mind you , sipped of the deadly old Huguenot too . I 'd listened to your innocent prattle about the child kicking his toes out on death 's cupboard door ; what more likely thing in the world , then , than that with that moon , in that packed air , I should have swallowed the bait whole , and seen Sabathier in every crevice of your skin ? I do n't say there was n't any resemblance ; it was for the moment extraordinary ; it was even when you were here the other night distinctly arresting .