midnight
But there ! Are you quite comfortable ? '' And having seen to his guest 's needs , and placed spirits and cigars and an ash-tray within his reach , the padre sat himself luxuriously in his chair to hear and expose the false doctrine of `` Il Trovatore . '' By midnight all of the opera that Gaston could recall had been played and sung twice . The convert sat in his chair no longer , but stood singing by the piano . The potent swing and flow of tunes , the torrid , copious inspiration of the South , mastered him . `` Verdi has grown , '' he cried .