midnight
Seeing no more was to be got out of her , the crone bade her a formal farewell , looking at her curiously as she did so , and wondering in her mind if she should ever see her again . For the old creature had a shrewd suspicion that La Corriveau had not told her all her intentions with respect to this singular girl . Caroline returned her salute , still holding the letter in her hand . She sat down to peruse it again , and observed not Mère Malheur 's equivocal glance as she turned her eyes for the last time upon the innocent girl , doomed to receive the midnight visit from La Corriveau . `` There is death in the pot ! '' the crone muttered as she went out , -- `` La Corriveau comes not here on her own errand either ! That girl is too beautiful to live , and to some one her death is worth gold !