midnight
Any one there will tell you where lives citizeness Lange . '' `` At your service , mademoiselle , '' he replied . The words sounded empty and meaningless , but his eyes , as they took final leave of her , spoke the gratitude and the joy which he felt . It was close on midnight when the two friends finally parted company outside the doors of the theatre . The night air struck with biting keenness against them when they emerged from the stuffy , overheated building , and both wrapped their caped cloaks tightly round their shoulders . Armand -- more than ever now -- was anxious to rid himself of de Batz . The Gascon 's platitudes irritated him beyond the bounds of forbearance , and he wanted to be alone , so that he might think over the events of this night , the chief event being a little lady with an enchanting voice and the most fascinating brown eyes he had ever seen .