midnight
`` Yes , lord , '' he made of it . `` Isoult , I ought to be angry with you , '' said he ; and she looked untroubled at him , too far gone to heed the blame of lords or men . `` No , no , '' her lips framed as she closed her eyes . She fell asleep holding his hand , and he watched by the bed till midnight , warning off with a lifted finger any who came from the Countess for news of him . Hard thinking sped the vigil : he wondered what could have happened to bring her so near her death or ever he could have word of her . Galors , he was pretty sure , had got to work again ; it was good odds that he had been running in couple with the lady of the dead knight . Their connection was proved to his mind .