midnight
He poured a draught of strong wine between the affrighted woman 's pallid lips , and then whispered , `` You must tell me where to take you . It is life or death now . '' And then Irma Gluyas , her head resting on Madame Raffoni 's bosom , feebly whispered , `` To my home , 192 Layte Street . '' There was not a word spoken as , in the midnight darkness of the storm , the horses struggled along until , under the shelter of the high houses , the carriage stopped before the desolate-looking old mansion . There was a look of terror on Madame Raffoni 's face which was not lost upon Clayton . `` Get the door open , '' he hoarsely cried . `` I will carry her in .