midnight
With the sundown the cold again became intense , therefore I got out my thick mackintosh from the back and made her get into it . Then I wrapped a fur rug around her legs , and gave her a spare pair of fur gloves that I happened to have . They were somewhat oily , but warm . We reached Lyons half an hour before midnight , and there got some bouillon and roast _ poulet _ outside the Perache , then off again into the dark cold night , hour after hour ever beside the broad Rhone and the iron way to the Mediterranean . After an hour I saw that she was suffering intensely from the cold , therefore I compelled her to get inside , and having tucked her up warmly with all the wraps we had , I left her to sleep , while I drove on due south towards the Riviera . The Drome Valley , between Valence and Die , was snow-covered , and progress was but slow . But now and then , when I turned back , I saw that the pretty Pierrette , tired out , had fallen asleep curled up among her rugs .