midnight
Louizon was kind to the orphan , who had been in some respects a failure , and occasionally let him sleep on blankets or skins by the hearth instead of groping to the dark attic . And if Michel ever wanted to escape the attic , it was to-night , when a windigo was abroad . But Louizon did not come . It must have been midnight when Archange sat up in bed , startled out of sleep by her mother-in-law , who held a candle between the curtains . Madame Cadotte 's features were of a mild Chippewa type , yet the restless aboriginal eye made Archange uncomfortable with its anxiety . `` Louizon is still away , '' said his mother . `` Perhaps he went whitefishing after he had his supper . ''