midnight
`` I appreciate the difference . '' He kisses her cheek discreetly , but would have liked to shake her as he does so . Everyone has come now , and old Lady Warbeck , resplendent in pearls and brocade , has dropped into a chair that some charitable person has placed behind her . It is indeed close upon midnight , and dancing it at its height . Flowers are everywhere , and a band from town has been secured . This latter is quite a flight on the part of Lady Warbeck , who , as a rule , trusts the music to the local geniuses . Altogether everyone acknowledges it is very well done .