midnight
`` Wine ! '' said I to the chambermaid , who was folding my opera cloak , which I had dropped on the floor ; `` give me wine . I am faint . '' I remembered the red wine which Dr. Harlowe gave me , after my midnight run through the dark woods , and how it infused new life into my sinking frame . Since then I had been afraid to drink it , for the doctor had laughingly assured me , that it had intoxicated , while it sustained . Now , I wanted strength and courage , and it came to me , after swallowing the glowing draught . I lifted my head , and met the cold glance of Ernest without shivering .