midnight
She did not notice how white and worn her boy 's handsome face had grown when she greeted him the night before , in the flickering light of the chandelier . She would not speak to him then of the subject uppermost in her mind . `` Retire to your room at once , Rex , '' she said , `` your journey has wearied you . See , it is past midnight already . I will await you to-morrow morning in my boudoir ; we will breakfast there together . '' She leaned back against the crimson velvet cushions , tapping her satin quilted slipper restlessly on the thick velvet carpet , ever and anon glancing at her jeweled watch , wondering what could possibly detain Rex . She heard the sound of a quick , familiar footstep in the corridor ; a moment later Rex was by her side .