midnight
_ '' The Spaniard saw her wandering eyes and her tremulous lips offering themselves to him ; in his grasp he felt her cold hands ; her breath floated about him . Against his bosom were pressed hidden curves of firm elastic plumpness , the existence of which he had not suspected . There was no more music that afternoon . At midnight when Febrer retired , he had not yet recovered from his astonishment . After so many fears , this was the way things had happened , with the greatest simplicity , as one is offered a hand , without exertion on his part . Another surprise had been to hear himself called by a name which was not his . Who could that Richard be ?