midnight
Cassion leaned over whispering , but De Baugis merely frowned , and shook his head , his eyes on my face . I felt the friendly touch of M. de Tonty 's hand on my shoulder , and the slight pressure brought me courage . `` What is it you desire me to tell , Monsieur ? '' `` The story of your midnight visit to the Mission garden at St. Ignace , the night Hugo Chevet was killed . Tell it in your own words , Madame . '' As I began my voice trembled , and I was obliged to grip the arms of the chair to keep myself firm . There was a mist before my eyes , and I saw only De Artigny 's face , as he leaned forward eagerly listening .