Midnight
She smiled at me mincingly , for the vinegar stung her lips a little . With her moistened finger she took a patch which she placed with charming coquetry under her eye , and another which she placed near the corner of her mouth , and then , radiant and adorable , exclaimed : `` Hide away your little color-pots ; I hear your uncle coming for me . Clasp my bracelets for me . Midnight ! O my poor horses ! '' At that moment my uncle entered in silk shorts and a domino . `` I hope I do not intrude , '' said he , gayly , on seeing me .