midnight
Should she take to a wig , or to character songs in appropriate costumes ? No , she would run the risk . It gave more spice to life . Every evening now was an adventure , nay three adventures , and when she snuggled herself up at midnight in her demure white bed , overlooked by the crucifix , she felt like the hunted were-wolf , safely back in human shape . And she became more audacious , letting herself go , so as to widen the chasm between Nelly and Eileen , and make anybody who should suspect her be sure he was wrong . And occasionally she paid for all this fever and gaiety by fits of the blackest melancholy . She had gradually dropped her habit of prayer , but in one of her dark moods she found herself slipping to her knees and crying : `` Oh , Holy Mother , look down on Thy distressed daughter , and deliver her from the body of this death .