midnight
And she strove to put it up against his face . He looked round at her and saw that she was very young , -- sixteen , perhaps , at the most , and that she had once , -- nay very lately , -- been exquisitely pretty . There still lingered about her eyes some remains of that look of perfect innocency and pure faith which had been hers not more than twelve months since . And now , at midnight , in the middle of the streets , she was praying for a pennyworth of gin , as the only comfort she knew , or could expect ! `` You are cold ! '' said he , trying to speak to her cheerily . `` Cold ! ''