midnight
She broke off and waved a telegram at me . `` The end of my lotus-eating . The arrangements are put through and I 'm no longer hung up . So '' -- she made a little grimace -- `` it 's the midnight train to Paris . '' `` Surely to-morrow will do , '' I protested . `` To-morrow never does , '' she retorted . `` As you will , '' said I , knowing argument was hopeless .