midnight
Poor gentleman -- though she is kind to him , they say . But if ` twere the other man -- Good God ! '' As he uttered the exclamation he drew back within the coach . 'T was long past midnight and the lights of Dunstanwolde House were extinguished , but in the dark on the opposite side of the street there walked a tall figure wrapped in a long cloak . `` There is no other gentleman of such inches and so straight , '' his Grace said . `` Good Lord ! how a man can suffer in such case , and how we are all alike -- schoolboys , scullions , or Dukes -- and must writhe and yearn and feel we are driven mad , and can find no help but only to follow and look at her , yards away , or crush to one 's lips a rag of ribband or a flower , or pace the night away before her darkened house while she lies asleep .