midnight
`` If you 're stumped , the ogress of the _ tapis-franc _ will give you tick for your pretty face . '' `` She wo n't ; I already owe her for the clothes I 'm wearing . '' `` What , you want to shirk it ? '' shouted the Chourineur , darting after La Goualeuse , who had hid herself in a gully as murk as midnight . `` Now , then , my lady , I 've got you ! '' said the vagabond , after groping about for a few moments , and grasping in one of his coarse and powerful hands a slim and delicate wrist ; `` and now for the dance I promised you . '' `` No , it is _ you _ who shall dance ! ''