midnight
He sat on the form and tried to compose himself . He thought of Paul as he had seen him at the last moment -- the captured eagle with the broken wing scudding into the night , the night of London , but free , free ! In his mind 's eye he followed him through the streets -- down Bishopsgate Street into Threadneedle Street and along Cheapside to St. Paul 's churchyard . Crowds of people would be there to-night waiting for the striking of the clock at midnight that they might raise a shout and wish each other a happy New Year . That made him think of Glory . She would be there too , for she loved a rich and abounding life . He could see her quite plainly in the midst of the throng with her sparkling eyes and bounding step .