midnight
The tables were the same , the chairs , the mirrors , the consoles . On the mantel stood the same girandoles with glittering crystals . The pictures upon the walls , so far as I could remember their themes , did not deviate in any particular of detail or arrangement . The oval-backed chairs were duplicates of those I had seen that other night at midnight . Beyond these same amber satin curtains stood the tall bed with its canopy , as I could see ; and here at the right was the same low Napoleon bed with its rolled ends . The figures of the carpets were the same , their deep-piled richness , soft under foot , the same . The flowered cups of the sconces were identical with those I had seen before .