midnight
`` Not yet . '' His wife 's voice was lowered . She motioned toward one of the eight gray doors , and her husband nodded sadly . `` He goes at midnight , you know . Poor little woman ! '' Just then the door opened and a young soldier came out , followed by his wife , looking little and pathetic with great dark hollows under her eyes , and a forced smile on her trembling lips . The soldier came over and took the hand of the Salvation Army woman : `` Well , I 'm going out to-night , Mother .