midnight
His eyes were narrow and as blue as the sky , his hair light and bushy , his beard coarse and suggestive of the fierceness of the wild boar . His voice was clear and cutting , and his French almost perfect . `` We drink to the undying happiness of our host , the luckiest prince in all the world . May he always know the bliss of a lover and never the cares of a husband ; may his wedded state be an endless love story without a prosaic passage ; may life with the new Princess of Ravorelli be a poem , a song , a jub late , with never a dirge between its morn and its midnight . '' `` And a long life to him , '' added Quentin , clearly . As they drank the eyes of Prince Ugo were upon the last speaker , and there was a puzzled expression in them . Count Sallaconi 's black eyebrows shot up at the outer ends and a curious grimness fastened itself about his mouth and nose .