midnight
They left the Cathedral together . It was now quite empty , save of a lingering penitent or two kneeling at the shrines . Angélique and Amélie parted at the door , the one eastward , the other westward , and , carried away by the divergent currents of their lives , they never met again . `` Did I not know for a certainty that she was present till midnight at the party given by Madame de Grandmaison , I should suspect her , by God ! '' exclaimed the Intendant , as he paced up and down his private room in the Palace , angry and perplexed to the uttermost over the mysterious assassination at Beaumanoir . `` What think you , Cadet ? '' `` I think that proves an alibi , '' replied Cadet , stretching himself lazily in an armchair and smoking with half-shut eyes .