midnight
It is a relief to the truly jealous mind to indulge in plurals . Thatcher liked to think that she was already beset by hundreds of brothers . He still kept staring at the picture . By and by it faded away in part , and a very vivid recollection of the misty , midnight , moonlit walk he had once taken with her came back , and refilled the canvas with its magic . He saw the ruined furnace ; the dark , overhanging masses of rock , the trembling intricacies of foliage , and , above all , the flash of dark eyes under a mantilla at his shoulder . What a fool he had been ! Had he not really been as senseless and stupid as this very Concho , lying here like a log ?