midnight
` I suppose you did , ' said Rollo smiling , ` for it is a sharp truth . But Hazel , there is also hidden fire in the good news we carry ; and if we can not make it catch , perhaps God will . Suppose you have nothing to give but the naked truth in your naked hand -- wo n't you take it to the people whose lives it may light up for ever ? ' She did not answer him , thinking of the time -- not now long past -- when her own life had been like midnight . Hazel pushed away her plate , and folding her hands in her lap , sat looking down at them , or at her ring , or possibly seeing neither . ` Olaf , ' said Gyda suddenly coming back from the outer door to which she had been summoned , ` somebody is a wanting you down yonder . There 's always somebody wanting him now , my lady . '