midnight
I can not tell how that thought stung and crushed Dolly . What would anything else in the world have mattered , so she could have kept him ? help could have been found ; but to lose _ him _ , her father , and not by death , but by change , by dishonour , by loss of his identity -- Dolly felt indeed that a storm had come upon the little garden of her life from the sweeping ruin of which there could be no revival . She could hardly hold her head up for a long distance of that midnight sail ; yet she did , and noted as they passed the fairy glories of the scene . Just noted them , to deepen , if possible , the pangs at her heart . All this beauty , all this outward delight , mocked the inner reality ; and made sharp the sense of it with the contrast of what might have been . As they went along , Venice became to her fancy a grave and monument of lost things , which floated together in her mind 's vision .