Midnight
The net result of the night 's campaign was half-a-pint of ` four-half . ' The front of a draper 's shop in Kennington tempted him sorely ; he passed it many times , eyeing the rolls of calico and flannel exposed just outside the doorway . But either courage failed him or there was no really good opportunity . Midnight found him still without means of retiring to that familiar lodging in the New Cut . At half-past twelve sleet began to fall . He discovered a very dark corner of a very dark slum , curled himself against the wall , and slept for a few hours in defiance of wind and weather . ` Arry was used to this kind of thing .