Midnight
So , then , Fandor , the lamp once out , the hours go by , a trifle more slowly in the darkness than in the light . You are silent and still like a little Moses in your wicker cradle . As for me , armoured as I was , I tried not to stir in my bed -- to spare the sheets -- Juve is not wealthy . Midnight , one o'clock , two , the quarter past . How long it is ! -- Then , an alarm ! A cat that mews strangely .