midnight
`` Do you think your love of truth would hold out long under such a crucial test ? '' asked Gerald , turning quite seriously to Denham . The moonlight shone full on her clear-cut , cameo-like face . Her eyes , with their shadowy fringe , looked deeper and blacker than midnight . It did not seem possible that truth spoken by her could be any thing but beautiful too . Denham smiled down at her seriousness . `` Try me . ''