midnight
And now first to me , whose weakness it is to love life more than manners , and men more than their portraits , the man begins to grow interesting . Picture the dawn of innocence on a dull , whisky drinking , commonplace soul , stained by self indulgence , and distorted by injustice ! Unspeakably more interesting and lovely is to me such a dawn than the honeymoon of the most passionate of lovers , except indeed I know them such lovers that their love will outlast all the moons . `` I 'm a poor creature , Lizzy , '' he said , turning his heavy face one midnight towards the girl , as she sat half dozing , ready to start awake . `` God comfort ye , sir ! '' said the girl . `` He 'll take good care of that ! ''