midnight
He recalled how next day , in a shameless letter , she had derided him for the mistake that she had so greatly desired him to make and that she had compassed with such infamous cunning . He shuddered at the thought . It was the last thing he would have wished to think of just now , and he drove the detestable image from his mind . It must be midnight ! How long was he to stand shivering there ? Waiting in vain , perhaps ? Cheated , after all ?