midnight
he cried , throwing himself before her . She waved him aside with an imperious gesture of her hand ; he trembled and obeyed , and she left the boudoir . A moment later she was in the Avenue des Champs Elysees , going toward Paris . It was now near midnight ; cold , damp April weather , with the rain falling in great drops . The few pedestrians still on the broad pavement turned to follow with their eyes this majestic young woman , whose gait seemed hastened by some errand of life or death . But in Paris nothing is surprising , for people witness all manner of things there . Therefore the strange appearance of Madame de Camors did not excite any extraordinary attention .