midnight
He was one of those men who remembered all he read without understanding it , a semi-savant and one of the most dangerous specimens of that dangerous class . Of him , I shall have occasion to speak presently . * * * * * One day Mr. Kordé had drunk himself into an unusual state of fuddle . When I say _ unusual _ , I mean , that as early as midnight he did not know whether he was boy or girl , and took the starry firmament for a bass-viol . He had made a little excursion with his friend the magistrate , Mr. Martin Csicseri , to a little tavern in the outlying vineyards to taste the new vintages , and there the two gentlemen got so drunk that they would have found it difficult to explain in what language they were conversing . Finally they set off homewards , leaning heavily for support on each other 's shoulders . His honour , Mr. Csicseri suddenly caught sight of a broad ditch by the roadside .