midnight
The train started . The speed was swift , yet seemed slow . It was the way train they were on , and it stopped at every little station . They could not have got an express before midnight , and that would have been perilous to their chance of catching the steamer on which their passage to Europe was engaged . The journey was made without events until about sunset , when the train reached the little mountain station of Edenheights , where it stopped twenty minutes for refreshments . `` What a lovely scene ! '' said the bride , looking down from the window on her left , into the depths of a small valley lighted up by the last rays of the setting sun streaming through the opening between two wooded hills .