midnight
Cheever spent a bad quarter of an hour dressing himself . His face was too raw to endure a razor , and the surgeon had put little cross-patches of adhesive tape on one of his cheek-bones and at the edge of his mouth , where his lip had split as the tooth behind it went overboard . He yowled as he slipped his arms into a long bathrobe , and he struck at the valet when the wretch suggested a little powder for one eye . Charity had seen Cheever brought in at midnight and had looked to it that he had every care . But now she came into his room with a maidenly timidity . He did not know that she had rebuked Jim Dyckman with uncharacteristic wrath for the attack . She did not tell Cheever this , even though his first words to her demanded some such defense .