midnight
he exclaimed , cursing his tell-tale features . `` I 'm not different ; and if I was you could have nothing to do with it . '' She said no more , but he saw by her brooding expression that she clung to her intuition , and knew what he denied . The hands of the clock fixed on the wall above their heads pointed to the half-hour after midnight . The pale and weary waiters were racing to and fro clearing the tables , dodging this way and that with trays , stealing along with arms full of long-stemmed , thick tumblers , eager for rest . The electric moons gave a sudden portentous wink . `` Time ! ''