Midnight
added Lambert peremptorily , `` I must see those proofs to-night , before many hours are over , lest the blood in my veins burn my body to ashes with impatience . When wilt meet me ? Eleven ? ... Midnight ? ... or the small hours of the morn ? '' He spoke quickly , jerking out his words through closed teeth , his eyes burning with inward fever , his fists closing and unclosing with rapid febrile movements of the fingers . The pent-up disappointment and rebellion of a whole lifetime against Fate , was expressed in the man 's attitude , the agonizing eagerness which indeed seemed to be consuming him .