midnight
Thomar is all alone there in the tempest , and it is so dark . '' '' 'T is a good night for a son who forsakes his father , '' replied the sheik . But within himself he thought , `` Some neighbor is sure to take the lad in and give him shelter . '' At midnight the tempest abated , and the moon shone forth brightly . From the distant woods came floating back to the village the notes of a rustic flute . Neither father nor daughter had had any sleep . `` Listen , father ! ''