midnight
The good girl looked at him , and knew in a moment what he meant to do . He had confessed to his loss at the gaming-table ; and now he was going to hang himself . `` Are you mad , sir ? Go out for a walk , and come back again at midnight . I will get the money for you ; but keep to the Boulevards , do not go towards the Quais . '' Lucien paced up and down the Boulevards . He was stupid with grief .