midnight
`` Devils ! devils ! -- hideous devils of darkness ! here you are -- still hover -- hover -- hovering ; turning midnight into revelling , day into horrid dreaming ! '' she shrieks at the top of her voice . Now she pauses suddenly , and with a demoniacal laugh sets her dull , glassy eyes on Mr. Krone , then walks round him with clenched fists and threatening gestures . The politician-maker sits unmoved .