midnight
At present I am a fugitive and exhausted . The bloodhounds track me , but methinks I have baffled them now . I have slain an Ishmaelite . ' _ The Hope of Israel _ IT WAS midnight . Alroy slept upon the couch : his sleep was troubled . Jabaster stood by his side motionless , and gazing intently upon his slumbering guest . ` The only hope of Israel , ' murmured the Cabalist , ' my pupil and my prince !