midnight
She went to her bed , but not to sleep . She hardly cared if she never slept again . Night in a measure gave him to her , and to sleep was to forget the wonder that he loved her . It was shortly after midnight that she heard a faint but unmistakable creaking on the tin roof of the veranda . She sat up . Some one was about to pass her window . She sprang out of bed , crossed the room softly , and lifted the edge of the curtain .