midnight
Madame has no friends . Not one ! '' PART FIVE That night I did n't get on board till just before midnight and Dominic could not conceal his relief at having me safely there . Why he should have been so uneasy it was impossible to say but at the time I had a sort of impression that my inner destruction -LRB- it was nothing less -RRB- had affected my appearance , that my doom was as it were written on my face . I was a mere receptacle for dust and ashes , a living testimony to the vanity of all things . My very thoughts were like a ghostly rustle of dead leaves .