midnight
And with her shoulders she seemed to sketch the movements of dancing . After putting on his thick overcoat and one glove he had suddenly darted to the dressing-table for his watch , which he was forgetting . Christine 's face showed sympathetic satisfaction that he had remembered in time , simultaneously implying that even if he had not remembered , the watch would have been perfectly safe till he called for it . The hour was five minutes to midnight . He was just going . Christine had dropped a little batch of black and red Treasury notes on to the dressing-table with an indifferent if not perhaps an impatient air , as though she held these financial sequels to be a stain on the ideal , a tedious necessary , a nuisance , or simply negligible . She kissed him goodbye , and felt agreeably fragile and soft within the embrace of his huge , rough overcoat .