midnight
His face said one thing , his voice another . Besides , the town was quiet : no sound of riot or disturbance , no clash of steel , no tramp of feet penetrated the walls . And the house stood on the ramparts where the first alarm must be given . `` Do you mean , '' she asked at last , her eyes fixed steadfastly on him , `` that they are going to attack the town after midnight ? '' `` They are here now , '' he replied , shrugging his shoulders . `` They scaled the wall after the guard had gone round at eleven , and they are lying by tens and twenties along the outer side of the Corraterie , waiting for the hour and the signal . '' She passed her hand across her closed eyes , and looked again , perplexedly .