midnight
Brower heard nothing of this ; he was straining his ears for a further sound from within . `` I must get rest , '' cried the old man , pitifully . `` I 'm wearing out . I stay up till midnight and after , every night , and even then it 's sometimes daylight before I have a minute 's sleep , I ca n't stand it ; nobody can . '' There was a sound inside , as of scuffling among the furniture . It was Jane , feeling her way through the dark , listening for the sound of Theodore Brower 's voice , and murmuring tremulously with her own , '' _ Toujours fidèle ; toujours fidèle ! _ '' `` What can I do ? ''