midnight
He passed the guard-house , quietly blowing his nose . He had previously broken the skylight in the dressing-room , to make it appear that he had escaped that way . `` It 's all arranged , '' Felicite said to her husband , when she returned home . `` It will be at midnight . It does n't matter to me at all now . I should like to see them all shot . How they slandered us yesterday in the street ! ''