about midnight
Wordling dismissed her carriage and talked a little while before going in . The Park looked inviting for a stroll -- full moon , you know . They crossed . Wordling did n't know or had forgotten about midnight locking . ` His talk was so interesting , ' she said ... . It was after one , when Mr. Bedient hailed a page at the Club entrance . '' `` From inside the bars , across the street ? ''