midnight
he called , as her white robes vanished in the gloom . `` Good-night ! '' she answered tremulously , as she disappeared . And he , returning to the empty room , stared vacantly at the table draped with black , and the funeral urn set upon it , -- stared at the empty chairs and bare walls , and listened as it were , to the midnight silence , -- realising that he as Chief of the Revolutionary Committee , was no longer a chief but a servant ! -- and that the power he sought -- that power which he had endeavoured to attain in order that he might make of Lotys , as he had said , ` a queen among women ! ' was only to be won through , -- the King ! The King knew all his secret plans and his aims , -- he held the clue to the whole network of his Revolutionary organisation , -- and the only chance he now had of ever arriving at the highest goal of his ambition was in the King 's hands !