midnight
And yet both of them were only blinded fools of passion . The dragging days until the trysting time for the breakfast were filled up with business cares , but Randall Clayton had roamed the streets of New York at night , restlessly , since Witherspoon 's sailing . In a feverish unrest , he had visited concert halls , theaters , and searched the now deserted club-rooms for a familiar face . A Sunday drive in the Park , and late excursions among the kaleidoscopic crowds of midnight New York filled up his time until he should again meet Irma Gluyas . He had always turned away in disgust from the painted faces of the leering sirens of the Tenderloin , and now he sat gloomily eying the vacuous stare of the rabbit-faced stage beauties capering in their mock diamonds . For a higher womanly ideal reigned in his lonely bosom . Back , back to the speaking silence of his lonely rooms he wandered , to gaze through the smoke wreaths upon that picture which had so strangely brought Irma Gluyas into his life .