midnight
Glory , confidence , human sympathy , and feeling -- your counsels annihilate them all . Leave me ! I would be alone . '' `` We meet to-morrow , at midnight , mighty Boabdil , '' said Almamen , with his usual unmoved and passionless tones . `` May the king live for ever . '' The king turned ; but his monitor had already disappeared . He went as he came -- noiseless and sudden as a ghost .