midnight
There is no bigger . How can there be ? For all the world is a child that goes past your windows crying for its lost Fairyland ... ! ' It was after midnight when at length he slipped through the Robin Hood Gate , passed up Priory Lane , and walked rapidly by the shuttered houses of Roehampton . And , looking a moment over Putney Bridge ; he saw the reflections of the stars in the muddy , dawdling Thames . Nothing anywhere was thick enough to hide them . The Net of Stars , being in his heart , was everywhere .