midnight
She had found him again , the man whom she worshipped , the husband whom she thought never to see again on earth . She had found him , and not even now -- not after those terrible weeks of misery and suffering unspeakable -- could she feel that love had triumphed over the wild , adventurous spirit , the reckless enthusiasm , the ardour of self-sacrifice . It seems that in the pocket of Heron 's coat there was a letter-case with some few hundred francs . It was amusing to think that the brute 's money helped to bribe the ill-tempered keeper of the half-way house to receive guests at midnight , and to ply them well with food , drink , and the shelter of a stuffy coffee-room . Marguerite sat silently beside her husband , her hand in his . Armand , opposite to them , had both elbows on the table . He looked pale and wan , with a bandage across his forehead , and his glowing eyes were resting on his chief .