midnight
Ninon shrank from him , and the same convulsive rigidity he had noticed before , held her immovable . A moment later , she was on the street again , and the priest , watching her down the street , saw her enter her cabin with Pierre . ... . It was past midnight when the priest was awakened from his sleep by a knock on the door . He wrapped his great buffalo-coat about him , and answered the summons . Without in the damp darkness stood Pierre . `` Father , '' he cried , `` Ninon has sent for you .