midnight
We talked to one another in whispers . `` Tell me all you know about mam ` zelle , '' I said . He had been chary of his knowledge before , but his heart seemed open at this moment . Most hearts are more open at midnight than at any other hour . `` There 's not much to tell , doctor , '' he answered . `` Her name is Ollivier , as I said to you ; but she does not think she is any kin to the Olliviers of Guernsey . She is poor , though she does not look as if she had been born poor , does she ? ''