midnight
The monk went foremost in his Satanic garb ; but , no sooner had he set foot in the prince 's bed-chamber , than the brave Gemmingen drew his sword , and said quaintly , ` Die , wretch ! ' and so he died . The rest took to their heels , and were heard of no more . And now the souls of Leonore and the monk haunt the scene of their midnight crime . You will find the story in Grainberg 's book , worked up with a kind of red-morocco and burnt-cork sublimity , and great melo-dramatic clanking of chains , and hooting of owls , and other fallow deer ! '' `` After breakfast , '' said Flemming , `` we will go up to the castle . I must get acquainted with this mirror of owls , this modern Till Eulenspiegel .