midnight
` Can I do anything for you , father ? ' I asked . '' ` Send for the parson , Roger , ' said he , ` and let him give me rest , or the curse that rests on me will rest on you . ' `` It was midnight , and no one would dare to go , so I rode away alone to the vicarage . It was an awful ride . The powers of darkness seemed to know my object , for the elements were against me and I heard terrible howling along the sea coast ; but I feared lest the curse of the Trewinions should fall upon me . The vicar was afraid to come when I told him about my father ; but I threatened to drag him thither by the hair of the head if he refused .