midnight
`` It was nothing , '' he murmured , very pale , and then threw himself at her feet , crying , `` Oh , Yvonne -- Yvonne ! '' Outside the storm raged furiously . Presently she whispered , `` Rex , shall I light the candle ? It is midnight . '' `` Yes , '' he said . She slipped away , and after searching for some time , cried , `` the matches are all gone , but here is a piece of paper -- a letter ; do you want it ? I can light it over the lamp . ''