midnight
No one could withstand it . They all danced together , like the leaves on the shivering poplars when the wind blows through them . The gentle Serena was swept away from her stool at the organ as if she were a little canoe drawn into the rapids , and Bill Moody stepped high and cut pigeon-wings that had been forgotten for a generation . It was long after midnight when the dancers paused , breathless and exhausted . `` Waal , '' said Hose Ransom , `` that 's jess the hightonedest music we ever had to Bytown . You 're a reel player , Frenchy , that 's what you are . What 's your name ?