midnight
`` Well ! I must go to bed , '' she said aloud , suddenly . She stood , one elbow on the mantel , her beautiful eyes fixed on the dying fire . It was midnight , the room and the house very still . Outside the snow was still falling -- falling . Her loose gown slipped back from the round young arm , fell in folds about the slender figure ; her rich hair was braided , and hung in a rope of gold over one shoulder . Her smoke-blue eyes , heavy-lidded in a rather white face , met their own gaze in the mirror .