midnight
Her prince was beside her , and the Gold of Ophir rose-garden lay ahead . `` It 's all ovah now ! '' exclaimed Lloyd , stifling a yawn and looking around the deserted drawing-room , where the candles burned low in their sconces , and the faded roses were dropping their petals on the floor . Mr. Forbes and Doctor Tremont had just driven away to catch the midnight express for New York , and the last guest but Rob had departed . `` It 's all over with that gown of yours , too , is n't it ? '' asked Phil , glancing at the airy pink skirt , down whose entire front breadth ran a wide , zigzag rent . `` It 's too bad , for it 's the most becoming one I 've seen you wear yet .