midnight
`` Come out of your ditch and hearken to me . I will not weary you with many words . '' Adone , moved by long habit of obedience and deference , leapt with his agile feet on to the border of the trench and stood there , silent , sullen , ready to repel reproof with insolence . `` Is it worthy of you to ruin the name of a girl of sixteen by sending her on midnight errands to your fellow-rebels ? '' Don Silverio spoke bluntly ; he spoke only on suspicion , but his tone was that of a direct charge . Adone did not doubt for a moment that he was in possession of facts . `` Has the girl played us false ? ''