midnight
Yet they seemed hardly to notice him when he slid awkwardly into his chair . He looked calculatingly over the table and asked , in tones that somehow seemed to tell of injury , of personal affront : `` What you having supper for at this time of night ? '' His grandfather regarded him now not unkindly , while Clytie seemed confused . `` It 's more 'n long past midnight ! '' he insisted . `` Huh ! it ai n't only a quarter past seven , '' put in his superior brother .