midnight
Mr. Dick was getting breakfast . We were in a tight place and we knew it . `` He is making it as hard for us as he can , '' Mrs. Sam declared . `` The idea of having the card-room lights put out at midnight , and the breakfast room closed at ten ! Nobody gets up at that hour . '' `` He was to come here every evening for orders , '' said Mr. Dick , measuring ground coffee with a tablespoon , as I had showed him . `` He came just once , and as for orders -- well , he gave 'em to me ! ''