midnight
All night long she tossed feverishly . Sleep was out of the question . In a few hours she must decide what her future life would be -- the petted , pampered mistress of Willard Brockton , wealthy member of the New York Stock Exchange , or the wife of John Madison , an interesting but impecunious newspaper reporter . If she married this man , it meant that she must relinquish immediately everything she loved -- her sumptuous apartment on Riverside Drive , her automobile , her beautiful gowns , and gay little midnight champagne suppers in good company . Her life henceforth would be dreadfully prosaic and commonplace . She would be comparatively poor , perhaps in actual want . Even if she remained on the stage , she could not hope to secure good parts .