midnight
There were cakes and sandwiches -- for Ennison a sort of Elysian feast , long to be remembered . They talked lightly and smoked cigarettes till Anna , with a little laugh , threw open the window and let in the cool night air . Ennison stood by her side . They looked out over the city , grim and silent now , for it was long past midnight . For a moment her thoughts led her back to the evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her studio in Paris , before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her life . She was silent , the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips . She had made her way since then a little further into the heart of life .