midnight
I am not the only active man in the world . '' Even at that moment Mr. Hazlewood flushed with pleasure at the flattery . `` Little reflections , '' he cried with a modest deprecation , `` worked out more or less to completeness -- may I say that ? -- in the quiet of a rural life , sparks from the tiny flame of my midnight oil . '' He picked up one pamphlet from a stack by his writing-table . `` You might perhaps care to look at _ The Prison Walls _ . '' Thresk drew back .