midnight
Almost before my speech is finished , Frank is out of sight . With such rapid suddenness has he disappeared round the house-corner . I stand for a moment , marveling a little at his hurry . Five minutes ago he seemed willing enough to dawdle on till midnight . Then I go in , and forget his existence . Suppose that in all this world , during all its ages , there never was a case of a person being _ always _ in an ill-humor . I believe that even Xantippe had her lucid intervals of amiability , during which she fondled her Socrates .