midnight
Like a flurry of March sunshine , Terry entered . He scarcely knew how to greet her . How does one greet a girl whose permission he has yet to gain , whereas her father has already consented ? Moreover , there was his last memory of her , at midnight dodging into the taxi to avoid him . She spared him the trouble of deciding by holding out her hand . `` I know that you saw me . That 's what I 've come to talk about . ''