midnight
She seemed disheartened , and had nothing to say . She took his arm , which he offered her , holding up the weight of her satin train with the other hand . She looked down , noticing the black line of his leg moving in and out so close to her against the yellow shimmer of her gown . There was the whistle of a railway train somewhere in the distance , and the midnight bells were ringing . They met no one in their short walk . The `` pigeon house '' stood behind a locked gate , and a shallow parterre that had been somewhat neglected . There was a small front porch , upon which a long window and the front door opened .