midnight
`` Until this evening , then , Monsieur ; '' and the royal barouche rolled away . `` Who loves me , loves my dog , '' said Maurice , as he sped to his room . On the night prior to the arrival of Maurice in Bleiberg , there happened various things of moment . At midnight the chancellor left the palace , after having witnessed from a window the meeting of the cuirassiers and the students , and sought his bed ; but his sleep was burdened with troubled dreams . The clouds , lowering over his administration , thickened and darkened . How many times had he contemplated resigning his office , only to put aside the thought and toil on ? Defeat in the end was to be expected , but still there was ever that star of hope , a possible turn in affairs which would carry him on to victory .