midnight
`` A letter ! Where ? '' `` I sent it to your room . It came just before midnight . '' Mrs. Bowen sat before the hearth in her _ salon _ , with her hands fallen in her lap . At thirty-eight the emotions engrave themselves more deeply in the face than they do in our first youth , or than they will when we have really aged , and the pretty woman looked haggard . Imogene came in , wearing a long blue robe , flung on as if with desperate haste ; her thick hair fell crazily out of a careless knot , down her back .