midnight
But of Cousin Philip himself there was not a word . Mrs. Friend knew there had been an interview between them ; but she dared not ask questions . How to steer her way in the moral hurricane she foresaw , was what preoccupied her ; so as both to do her duty to Lord B. and yet keep a hold on this strange being in whose good graces she still found herself -- much to her astonishment . Then with midnight Helena departed . But long after she was herself in bed , Mrs. Friend heard movements in the adjoining room , and was aware of a scent of tobacco stealing in through her own open window . Helena , indeed , when she found herself alone was , for a time , too excited to sleep , and cigarettes were her only resource . She was conscious of an exaltation of will , a passionate self-assertion , beating through all her veins , which made sleep impossible .