midnight
A nameless regret filled their minds , as they thought of the journey on the coming morrow . They had been so happy in Naples . Could they hope to be happier elsewhere ? It was midnight , when they returned to the hotel . As they neared its portico , the round cold moon fell on the forms of the lazzaroni , who were lying in groups round the pillars . One of the party sprang to his feet , alarming the slumberers . The whole of them rose with admirable cheerfulness -- took off their hats respectfully -- and made way for the forestieri .