midnight
What would they say to supper ? ' Jacqueline 's eyes sparkled , but she looked at M. Cartel , and regretfully M. Cartel shook his head . ` Alas ! He was expecting a friend -- a composer , to call upon him before midnight . ' Jacqueline betrayed no disappointment ; with a charming air she echoed the regret , the shake of the head , and slipped a confiding hand through M. Cartel 's arm . Then followed the leave-taking -- the thanks and disclaimers -- the promises of future meetings -- and at last the lovers moved out into the crowd -- M. Cartel , cheery and brisk , humming the tunes of ' _ Les Cloches _ , ' the little Jacqueline clinging to his arm , smiling up into his ugly face . Max watched them for a moment with a deep intentness , then wheeled round swiftly and caught Blake 's arm .