midnight
For Adrian plucked a pink rose from a vase -- he was in the millionaire 's house , and was starving in the midst of luxury -- and held it to his lips . The rose , not the house , of course . Looking over it , he smiled down at me . LATER : It is midnight . I can not sleep . Perchance he too , is lying awake . I am sitting at the window in my robe de nuit .