midnight
She had quitted the Paris of the frivolous and fêted ; she came back to the Paris of the outcast poor . The world that she had remembered gave her no welcome -- she peered through its shut windows , friendless in the streets . `` Gentlemen , last night all the customers had gone from the little Café du Bon Vieux Temps but a woman in a shabby opera-cloak -- a woman with tragic eyes , and half a lung . She sat fingering her glass of beer absently , though the clock over the desk pointed to a quarter to midnight , and at midnight beer-drinkers are no longer desired in the Bon Vieux Temps . But she was a stranger ; it was concluded that she did n't know . `` Adolphe approached to enlighten her ; ` Madame wishes to order supper ? ' he asked .