midnight
Sylvia ! Sylvia ! '' The musical name echoed and reëchoed through the silent woods , but there was no other answer . Austin lighted a match , shielded it from the rain with his hand , and looked at his watch ; it was just past midnight . `` Oh , '' he groaned , `` where _ can _ she be ? What has happened to her ? If I only knew she was found , and unharmed , and safe at home again , I 'd never ask for anything else as long as I lived . ''