midnight
Sir Jeoffry , who had watched her as she queened it amongst rakes and fops and honest country squires and knights , had marked the vigour with which they plied her with an emotion which was a new sensation to his drink - bemuddled brain . So far as it was in his nature to love another than himself , he had learned to love this young lovely virago of his own flesh and blood , perchance because she was the only creature who had never quailed before him , and had always known how to bend him to her will . When the chariot rode away , he looked at her as she sat erect in the early morning light , as unblenching , bright , and untouched in bloom as if she had that moment risen from her pillow and washed her face in dew . He was not so drunk as he had been at midnight , but he was a little maudlin . `` By God , thou art handsome , Clo ! '' he said . `` By God , I never saw a finer woman ! ''