midnight
The night wore on in the high Kinder valley . The stormy wind and rain beat in great waves of sound and flood against the breast of the mountain ; the Kinder stream and the Red Brook danced under the heavy drops . The grouse lay close and silent in the sheltering heather ; even the owls in the lower woods made no sound . Still , the night was not perfectly dark , for towards midnight a watery moon rose , and showed itself at intervals between the pelting showers . In the Dawsons ' little cottage on Frimley Moor there were still lights showing when that pale moon appeared . Margaret was watching late . She and another woman sat by the fire talking under their breaths .