midnight
He did not suffer , he did not desire . Death had taken away his fever for work , his artistic restlessness , leaving him in the limbo of comfort and tranquillity . In the afternoon , when he succeeded in throwing off his comfortable torpor , he went to see his daughter , if she was in Madrid , for she very frequently went with her husband on his automobile trips . Then he ended the afternoon at the Albercas ' , where he often stayed till midnight . He dined there almost every day . The count , accustomed to his society , seemed as eager to see him as his wife . He spoke enthusiastically of the portrait which Renovales was painting of him to go with Concha 's .