midnight
What is there in this false , handsome face that can so move the hearts of both these women ? Does Violet fancy herself beloved , the victim of a cruel fate ? Does Pauline Murray believe she is going to happy wifehood when her husband-elect secretly desires another ? Floyd Grandon sits there until past midnight . Violet has breathed her patient , tender , penitent prayer , wept a few dreary tears , and fallen asleep . She looks hardly more than a child , and he could pity her if he did not love her so much , but in its very newness his love is cruel . It is not him for whom she secretly sighs , but another .