about midnight
I was confounded . The magical spectacle of a supper , where one of the illustrious women of past times presented herself , took from me my presence of mind . I listened without daring to question . When I roused myself about midnight from the spell of that magic , I was inclined to doubt my senses . But even this great marvel seemed natural in comparison with the singular hallucination to which I was presently subjected . I do n't know in what words I can describe to you the state of my senses . But I declare , in the sincerity of my heart , I no longer wonder that souls have been found weak enough , or strong enough , to believe in the mysteries of magic and in the power of demons .