about midnight
`` I ca n't help it ; I must . '' `` Certainly , '' he said , `` that will be all right , '' but looked puzzled . That night she slept in the hall bedroom in the Eighth Avenue , machine-stitched nightgown . She dropped off about midnight , praying not to awaken at four . But she did -- with a slight start , sitting up in bed , her eyes where the wall and ceiling joined . Gerald 's face was there , and his blue eyes were open , but the steel points were gone . They were smiling eyes .