midnight
She wo n't come . '' He had made up his mind , however , to wait till daylight . In these matters one must be patient . He heard the quarter strike , then the half-hour , then the quarter to , and all the clocks repeated `` one , '' as they had announced midnight . He no longer expected her ; he was merely remaining , racking his brain to divine what could have happened . All at once a woman 's head was passed through the window , and asked : `` Are you there , Pretty-boy ? '' He started , almost choked with emotion , `` Is that you , Susan ? ''