midnight
The Bishop led him , through a postern , into the garden ; and there on a wide lawn , out of earshot of any possible listeners , the Bishop and the Knight walked up and down in earnest conversation . At length : `` To-morrow , in the early morn , '' said the Knight , `` I send her tire-woman on to Warwick , with all her effects , keeping back only the riding suit . Should she elect to come , we must be free to ride without drawing rein . Even so we shall reach Warwick only something before midnight . '' `` She tore it up and planted her foot upon it , '' remarked the Bishop . `` I will not give up hope , '' said the Knight . `` Nothing short of a miracle , my son , will change her mind , or move her from her fixed resolve . ''