midnight
she asked , looking at him with a demure , keen glance . `` What is happiness for me henceforth but this -- to see you , to hear you ? ... Until now I have only known privation ; now I know that I can be unhappy -- '' `` That will do , that will do , '' she said . `` You must go ; it is past midnight . Let us regard appearances . People must not talk about us . I do not know quite what I shall say ; but the headache is a good-natured friend , and tells no tales . ''