midnight
Gallito waved his hand with a polite gesture . `` You know more of him and his lessons than I , José . I am always ready to grant that . '' He took another sip of cognac , blew a succession of smoke wreaths toward the ceiling , and again resumed his midnight philosophizings . `` What puzzles me , José , is what is going to become of us in Heaven . We shall never be content . Content is a lesson that no one has ever learned .