midnight
Again she gave him her lips between two wet oaths . No one paid any attention to them -- it was what a _ fête _ was made for . For a while they left their glasses and danced with the rest to the strident music of the merry-go-round organ . It was long after midnight when Garron paid his score under the tent . She had told him much in the meantime -- there was no one to care whom she followed . She told him , too , she had come to the _ fête _ from a hamlet called Les Forêts , where she had been washing for a woman . The moon was up when they took the highroad together , following it until it reached the beginning of Pont du Sable , then Garron led the way abruptly to the right up a tangled lane that ran to an old woodroad that he used to gain the Great Marsh .