midnight
The windows were large and easily opened , with the best catches and cords , and Holland roller-shades guaranteed not to crack . It was a masterpiece among bedrooms , right out of Cheerful Modern Houses for Medium Incomes . Only it had nothing to do with the Babbitts , nor with any one else . If people had ever lived and loved here , read thrillers at midnight and lain in beautiful indolence on a Sunday morning , there were no signs of it . It had the air of being a very good room in a very good hotel . One expected the chambermaid to come in and make it ready for people who would stay but one night , go without looking back , and never think of it again . Every second house in Floral Heights had a bedroom precisely like this .