about midnight
I thought I 'd got to stand from here to Folkestone . '' H.P. Jenks , Second-Lieutenant A.S.C. , regarded him seriously . `` It could n't be done , padre , '' he said , `` not at this hour of the morning . I left Ealing about midnight more or less , got sandwiched in the Metro with a Brigadier-General and his blooming wife and daughters , and had to wait God knows how long for the R.T.O. . If I could n't get a seat and a break after that , I 'd be a casualty , sure thing . '' `` It 's your own fault for going home last night , '' observed the Major judiciously . -LRB- Peter noticed that he was little older than Jenks on inspection . -RRB-