midnight
That is the music the young men are playing in Europe today . But in Paris , busy , drab , absent-minded Paris , the music that should be made from the soul of youth , crying into reeds and strings and brass is an echo , an echo altogether lovely but passionless ! Finally our season of waiting ended . We came home to the Ritz at midnight from a dinner with Major Murphy , where we had been notified that we were to start for the front the next morning . We told him that the new uniforms were not yet ready and confessed to him that we had the cheap uniforms ; he looked resigned . He had been entertaining a regular callithumpian parade of Red Cross commissioners from America , and he probably felt that he had seen the worst and that this was just another cross . But when we reached our rooms that midnight , Henry lifted his voice , not in pleading , but in command .