midnight
Once domiciled here , she is helpless in my hands , for I can either gain her inner secrets , or boldly checkmate her . And the veiled Rose of Delhi ? '' Alan Hawke dreamed not of the sorrows of the restless heart beating in that virginal bosom . He paced the veranda of the Club gravely preoccupied till the midnight hour . Long before that , Justine Delande had sought her rooms in a feeble flutter of excitement over the harmless assignation of the morrow . There was a stern old man pacing his splendid hall alone , with an unhappy heart , that night , for Hugh Johnstone saw again in the sweet uplifted eyes of his beautiful child the old unanswered question ! He stood long gazing out upon the unpitying stars , while above him , lonely and lovely , Nadine recked not the queenly splendor of her magnificent apartment .