midnight
Lucille wo n't be back till five , will she ? And thank goodness for that ! '' Lucille and Marjorie , pending the return of their husbands , shared a tiny flat far uptown on the west side . Marjorie had described it at length in her letters , until Francis had said that he could find his way around it if he walked in at midnight . But his intimacy with it made her feel that there was no place on earth she could call her own . `` Tell me now , '' she demanded . Francis laughed again , and shook his head .