midnight
I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her what I dared not think she would let me say . So I listened in sympathetic silence . `` Then came an awful day out at Agua Fria , and Father Josef took me in his arms as he would take a baby , and sang me to sleep with the songs my mother loved to sing . I think it must have been midnight when I wakened . It was dreary and cold , and Esmond Clarenden and Ferdinand Ramero were there , and Father Josef and Jondo . '' And then she told me , as she remembered them , the happenings of that night at Agua Fria , the same story that Jondo told me later . But until that evening I had known nothing of how Eloise had come to us .