about midnight
Oh , it was Simeon . The others had all gone . '' ... Julian the Apostate ... '' Which of them said that and the other words murmured round it ? But about midnight there sometimes rises , like a veiled figure suddenly woken , a heavy wind ; and this now flapping through Trinity lifted unseen leaves and blurred everything . `` Julian the Apostate '' -- and then the wind . Up go the elm branches , out blow the sails , the old schooners rear and plunge , the grey waves in the hot Indian Ocean tumble sultrily , and then all falls flat again . So , if the veiled lady stepped through the Courts of Trinity , she now drowsed once more , all her draperies about her , her head against a pillar .