midnight
So amazed was he that the face had disappeared before he realised that it resembled the face of Ilse Dumont . The next instant he was on his feet and opening the door of the drawing-room ; but the corridor between the curtained berths was empty and dark and still ; not a curtain fluttered . He did not care to leave his doorway , either , with the box lying there on his bed ; he stood with one hand on the knob , listening , peering into the dusk , still excited by the surprise of seeing her on the same train that he had taken . However , on reflection , he quite understood that she could have had no difficulty in boarding the midnight train for New York without being noticed by him ; because he was not expecting her to do such a thing and he had paid no attention to the group of passengers emerging from the waiting room when the express rolled in . `` This is rather funny , '' he thought . `` I wish I could find her . I wish she 'd be friendly enough to pay me a visit .