Midnight
Sylvia Amerbach ... . A fear possessed him . If it should be , he thought ; if it should be , what then ? Midnight in Madame 's boudoir ; no light save that which streamed rosily from the coals in the grate . The countess sat with her slippered feet upon the fender . She held in her hand a screen , and if any thoughts marked her face , they remained in blurred obscurity . `` Heu ! ''