midnight
But nothing stirred in the darkness of the balcony and the window was fast shut . So whatever sound came from the window came not from its opening but shutting : for a while he wondered ; and then his tired thoughts rested , and that was sleep . A light rain woke Rodriguez , drizzling upon his face ; the first light rain that had fallen in a romantic tale . Storms there had been , lashing oaks to terrific shapes seen at night by flashes of lightning , through which villains rode abroad or heroes sought shelter at midnight ; hurricanes there had been , flapping huge cloaks , fierce hail and copious snow ; but until now no drizzle . It was morning ; dawn was old ; and pale and grey and unhappy . The balcony above him , still empty , scarcely even held romance now . Rain dripped from it sadly .