midnight
She knew something of the Orient , though she had never visited India . Had her father made an implacable enemy ? Was he going into some unknown , unseen danger ? December thirty-first , at midnight . Could she hold her curiosity in check that long ? Many of the days that followed dragged , many flew -- the first for Kathlyn , the last for Winnie , who now had a beau , a young newspaper man from San Francisco . He came out regularly every Saturday and returned at night .