midnight
There 's nothing left in it now but sad dreams and memories of the past . '' `` Did you ever , '' I asked , `` go down into the cellar at midnight on All Hallow E'en with a candle and a mirror and wish to see the face of your future husband ? '' `` No , indeed , '' Barrie answered emphatically ; `` we had no such tricks at Hillard House . '' `` Now , in this mirror , if any in the world , you might be able to see such a vision , not only at midnight , but on an ordinary afternoon , like this for instance , '' said I. `` Suppose you stop thinking of Queen Mary for a minute and concentrate on yourself . Wish with all your heart for the face of the man you 'll love , the man you 'll marry , to appear under this clouded surface of glass . '' Barrie looked somewhat impressed by my mysterious tone as well as the overwhelming romance of her surroundings . She put her face close to the mirror , and I was about to profit by the situation I 'd led up to when some one stepped between us and looked over the girl 's shoulder .