midnight
_ '' the friends shouted ironically , encouraging her with rhythmic hand-clappings . They jested at her heaviness , but with devouring eyes they admired the beauty of her body . And she , proud of her art , taking these incomprehensible calls for enthusiastic praise , went on moving her hips and raised her arms above her head like the handles of a jar , with her gaze aloft . After midnight they were all drunk . The women , lost to shame , besieged the swordsman with their admiring glances . He impassively let himself be managed by the hands that disputed for him , while lips surprised him with burning kisses on his cheeks and neck . He was drunk , but his drunkenness was sad .