midnight
They shout from one to another their outlandish names , prolonging them indefinitely in the now silent night , in the reverberations of the damp air after the great summer rain . At length they are all collected and united again , these tiny personages with narrow eyes and no brains , and we return to Diou-djen-dji all wet through . For the third time , we have Yves sleeping beside us under our blue tent . There is a great noise shortly after midnight in the apartment beneath us : our landlord 's family have returned from a pilgrimage to a far - distant temple of the Goddess of Grace . -LRB- Although Madame Prune is a Shintoist , she reveres this deity , who , scandal says , watched over her youth . -RRB- A moment after , Mademoiselle Oyouki bursts into our room like a rocket , bringing , on a charming little tray , sweetmeats which have been blessed and bought at the gates of the temple yonder , on purpose for us , and which we must positively eat at once , before the virtue is gone out of them . Hardly rousing ourselves , we absorb these little edibles flavored with sugar and pepper , and return a great many sleepy thanks .