midnight
Since there have always been soldiers in the family , and my grandfather could not have borne him to be anything else . Dear Theobald , how brave and simple and kind he was ! I have said nothing about the ghosts of Aghadoe Abbey , but it has many ghosts , or it had . First and foremost there is the Lord St. Leger , who was killed in a Dublin street brawl a hundred years ago , who will come driving home at midnight headless in his coach , and the coachman driving him also headless , carrying his head under his arm . That is not a very pleasant thing to see enter as the gates swing open of themselves to let the ghost through . Then there is the ghost of the woman who cries outside in the shrubbery . I have seen her myself in a glint of the moonlight , her black hair covering her face as she bends to the earth , incessantly seeking something among the dead leaves , which she can not discover , and for which she cries .