midnight
`` Listen how the ghosts are laughing ! '' `` I would not go among them if they gave me the whole city of Kassa . '' Even the howling wind seemed to take up the ghostly laughter and carry it on further . It was indeed a ghastly jest -- a jest fit even to provoke a loud peal of laughter in a churchyard at midnight , that pretty Michal and the author of her death should have changed places with each other , that pretty Michal should have been laid in the flower-strewn bed , in the grave dug in consecrated ground and watered with tears , while the author of her death should have been cast forth into the churchyard ditch , to gaze up at the asses when they came to chew the thistles over his head . `` Now that you have spoken with your beloved , hasten away ! '' `` God bless you , my loyal comrade ! Greet my dear mother .