About midnight
Ida 's face was ablaze , her eyes flashing , her blond hair disordered and falling about her cheeks . Vandover put his arm about her neck and drew her toward him , and as she sank down upon him , smiling and complaisant , her hair tumbling upon her shoulders and her head and throat bent back , he leaned his cheek against hers , speaking in a low voice . `` No -- no , '' she murmured , smiling ; `` never -- ah , if I had n't come -- no , Van -- please -- '' And then with a long breath she abandoned herself . About midnight he left her at the door of her house on Golden Gate Avenue . On their way home Ida had grown more serious than he had ever known her to be . Now she began to cry softly to herself . `` Oh , Van , '' she said , putting her head down upon his shoulder , `` oh , I am so _ sorry _ .