midnight
Mrs. Gould 's smile remained a shade too long upon her lips . She murmured -- `` I will leave you ; I 've a slight headache . The heat , the dust , were indeed -- I suppose you are going back to the mine before the morning ? '' `` At midnight , '' said Charles Gould . `` We are bringing down the silver to-morrow . Then I shall take three whole days off in town with you . '' `` Ah , you are going to meet the escort .