midnight
`` Ah , feminine curiosity ! '' said the Marquis laughing , `` How it leaps out like a lightning flash , even through the most rigid virtue ! Chere Mademoiselle , where I am going is my own secret , and not even your appealing looks will drag it out of me ! But I am in no hurry to go away ; I shall not fly off by the midnight train , or the very early one in the morning , as your romantic friend the Comtesse Sylvie will probably do , -- I have promised the Abbe Vergniaud to hear him preach on Sunday . I shall listen to a farewell sermon and try to benefit by it , -- after that I take a long adieu of France ; -- be good enough to say to the Countesse with my humblest salutations ! '' He bowed low over Angela 's hand , and with a few more light parting words took his graceful presence out of the room , and went down the stairs humming a tune as he departed . After he had gone Angela sat for some minutes in silence thinking .