midnight
The great organ-like voice of Douglas poured forth a steady stream of talk as we sat together under the wonderful stars of a clear sky , with the soft breeze from the Gulf blowing around us . Dorothy had fallen asleep . I got up and looked at her , and finding her resting peacefully I returned to my chair . It was now near midnight . We could hear the rattle of cabs on the cobblestones , the cries of strange voices in Spanish ; and we saw the lights in the harbor , the lights in the Prado , over the city which was still feasting and playing . Then Douglas confided to me that he was going to be a candidate for President in this next campaign of 1852 . The prospects were very good , he thought .