midnight
`` We shall see each other in the morning -- to say au revoir . With us , monsieur , it must never be adieu . '' She was gone ; but she had left Duchemin with a singing heart that would not let him sleep when he had gone to bed , stared blankly at the last chapter of Bragelonne for an hour , and put out his candle . Till long after midnight he tossed restlessly , bedevilled alternately by melancholy and exhilaration , or lay staring blindly into the darkness , striving to focus his thoughts upon the abstract , a hopeless effort ; trying to think where to go to-morrow , whither to turn his feet when the gates of Paradise had closed behind him , and knowing it did not matter , he did not care , that hereafter one place and another would be the same to him , so that they were not the place of her abode . The château was as still as any castle of enchantment ; only an old clock in the drawing room , two floors below , tolled the slow hours ; and through the open windows came the mournful murmur of the river , a voice of utter desolation in the night . He heard the clock strike two , and shortly after , in a fit of exasperation , thinking to discipline his mind with reading , lighted the candle on the bedside stand , found his book , and fumbled vainly in the little silver casket beside the candlestick for a cigarette . Now a sincere smoker can do without smoking for hours on end , as long as the deprivation is voluntary .