midnight
How is this ? How am I so ungenerous , so egotistical , so selfish , so ungratefully unmindful of all I already owe to you , and may never repay ? I can only answer , `` It is fate , it is nature , it is love '' -- ***** Here I must break off . It is midnight , the moon halts opposite to the window at which I sit , and on the stream that runs below there is a long narrow track on which every wave trembles in her light ; on either side of the moonlit track all the other waves , running equally to their grave in the invisible deep , seem motionless and dark . I can write no more . ... -LRB- Dated two days later . -RRB- They say she is beneath us in wealth and station .