midnight
`` The devil ! '' cried Jonathan , recovering himself . `` And M. Bianchon most certainly told me to divert his mind . '' It was close upon midnight . By that time , owing to one of those physical caprices that are the marvel and the despair of science , Raphael , in his slumber , became radiant with beauty . A bright color glowed on his pale cheeks . There was an almost girlish grace about the forehead in which his genius was revealed .